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REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.   D.  D. 


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THE    (,)FT    OF 

Mrs.  JOHN  T.   WILSON. 


Compiled   for  the  use  of  the  Patients  in 

Roosevelt  Hospital,  N.  V. 
by 
Alex.   R.   Thompson,   D.T).,  Chaplain. 


Cordial  thanks  are  returned  to  friends  for  the  use  of  Hymns. 


i^ijmus. 


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IFc'  ht'lia^c  in  One  God,  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of  heai\ 
and  earth,  and  of  all  thiniis  visilde  and  invisible. 

NicENF  Creed. 


1 


1  Praise  the  Lord,  His  g^Iories  show, 
Saints  within  His  courts  below, 
Anjrels  round  His  throne  above, 
All  that  see  and  share  Ifis  love. 

2  Earth  to  heaven,  and  heaven  to  earth. 
Tell  His  wonders,  sinjr  His  worth  ; 
A,«^e  to  asi^e.  and  shore  to  shore, 
F'raise  Him.  praise  Him.  evermore  1 

3  Praise  the  Lord.  His  mercies  trace  ; 
Praise  His  providence  and  grace, 
All  that  He  for  man  hath  done, 

All  He  sends  us  through  His  Son. 

4  Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts  ; 

All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore! 


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I   Come,    Thou  .\lmighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  Name  to  sing. 

Help  us  to  praise  : 
F'ather  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious. 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  Days  I 


2  Come,  Thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Cird  on  Thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend  ! 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless. 
And  give  Thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend  I 

3  Come,  Holy  Comforter, 

Ihy  sacred  witness  bear. 

In  this  glad  hour  ! 
Thou,  Who  Almightv  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power  ! 

4  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  I 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see. 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  .idori-. 


8 


I   Casting  ilown   their   crowns  before 
Thee, 
White-roljed     Elders,    Lonl,    adore 
Thee, 


^tod,  the  1^nihex[  j^lmighty. 


Cherubim  with  lips  of  flame, 
With  them  in  the  worship  vieing, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy"  crying, 

Laud  and  magnify  Thy  Name  ! 

2  Lamb  once  slain,  and  Judah's  Lion, 
Throned  upon  the  heavenly  Sion, 

Root  of  David,  Thee  they  praise  ! 
Singing  :   Glory,  honor,  power, 
Are  Thy  wasteless,  rightful  dower. 

Throughout  everlasting  days. 

3  And,  like  mighty  thunderings o'er  us. 
Rolls  the  grand  angelic  chorus, 

In  its  awful  majesty; 
Myriad  rapturous  tongues  confess- 
ing : 
"Wisdom,  riches,  glory,  blessing. 

Lamb  of  God,  belong  to  Thee." 

4  King  of  kings  !  and  may  our  lowly 
Mortal  lips,  the  worship  holy 

Dare  to  join,  in  faith  and  love  ! 
Us  on  earth  Thy  life  enfolding. 
They  in  heaven  Thy  face  beholding, 

Thy  one  Church,  below,  above. 


1  Oh   worship  the  King,   all  glorious 

above, 

Oh  gratefully  sing  His  power  and  His 
love  ; 

Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  An- 
cient of  days, 

Pavilioned  in  splendor  and  girded 
with  praise. 

2  Oh  tell  of  His  might,  Oh  sing  of  His 

grace. 
Whose    robe    is    the    light,    whose 
canopy  space  ; 


His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep  thun- 
der-clouds form. 

And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings 
of  the  storm. 

3  The  earth,  with  its  store  of  wonders 

untold. 

Almighty,  Thy  power  hath  founded 
of  old, 

Hath  stablished  it  fast  by  a  change- 
less decree. 

And  roimd  it  hath  cast,  like  a  man- 
tle, the  sea. 

4  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can 

recite  ! 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the 

light. 
It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends 

to  the  plain. 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and 

the  rain. 

5  PVail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as 

frail. 
In  Thee  do  we  trust,  nor  (ind  Thee 

to  fail  : 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to 

the  end. 
Our    Maker,    Defender,    Redeemer, 

nnd  i'^riend  ! 

6  O  measureless  Might,  ineffable  Love! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  Thee 

above. 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble 

their  lays. 
With    tRie   adoration    shall    lisp    to 

Th\'  praise. 


^0(1,  the  Tfiithcr  Almiijhii). 


5 


1  Oh,  render  thanks  to  (jod  above, 
The  Fountain  of  eternal  love. 
Whose  mercy  lirni  throu<jh  ajj^es  past 
I  lath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

2  Who  can  His  mighty  deeds  express. 
Not  only  vast  but  numberless  ! 
What  mortal  elocjuence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ! 

3  Extend  to  me  that  favor,  Lord, 
Thou  to  Thy  chosen  dost  afford  ; 
When  Thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Let  Thy  salvation  visit  me. 

4  Oh  may  I  worthy  prove  to  see 
Thy  saints  in  full  prosperity, 
That  1  the  joyful  choir  may  join, 
And    count    Thy    people's    triumph 

mine. 


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1  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 

My  firm  affection.  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
For  Thou  hast  always  been  my  Rock, 
A  Fortress  and  Defence  to  me. 

2  'I'hou  my  Deliverer  art,  ()  God  ; 

My  trust  is  in  Thy  mighty  power, 
Thou  art  my  Shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At  home   my  Safeguard  and   my 
Tower. 

3  To   Thee  will  I  address  my  prayer, 

To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe  ; 
So  shall  I,  by  Thy  watchful  care. 
He  guarded  safe  from  every  foe. 


1  O  CJod,  that   matlest  earth  and  sky, 

The  darkness  and  the  day. 
Give  ear  to  this  'i'hy  family. 
And  help  us  when  we  pray  ! 

2  The  cross  our  Master  bore  for  us, 

For  Him  we  fain  would  bear  ; 
But    mortal    strength     to    weakness 
turns. 
And  courage  to  despair. 

3  Then  mercy  on  our  failings,  Lortl, 

Our  sinking  faith  renew. 
And  when  Thy  sorrows  visit  us. 
Oh  send  Thy  patience  too  ! 


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1  Call  Jehovah  thy  Salvation, 

Rest  beneath  the  Almighty's  shade ; 
In  His  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismayed. 

2  There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee. 

Thou  shall  dread  no  hidden  snare; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee. 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

3  He  shall  charge  His  angel  legions 

Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep. 
Though   thou   walk  through  hostile 
regions, 
Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 

4  Since  with  firm  and  pure  affection. 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love. 

With  the  wings  of   His  protection 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above. 


(i)od,  till*  .Ifutljcr  .^llniitjhtij. 


5  Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 
He  will  hearken,  He  will  save  ; 
Here,  for  grief  reward  thee  double. 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  j^rave. 


9 


I   (iuide  me,  O  Thou  j^eat  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand; 
Bread  of  Heaven  ! 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain 

Whence    the    healing  streams  do 
flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  rae  all  my  journey  through  ; 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be    Thou  still    my  Strength  and 
Shield  ! 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  Destruc- 
tion, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 


10 

1  The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is. 

Whose  goodness  faileth  never  ; 
I  nothing  lack  if  I  am  His, 
And  He  is  mine  forever. 

2  Where  streams  of  living  water  flow. 

My  ransomed  soul  He  leadeth. 
And  where  the  verdant  pastures  grow. 
With  food  celestial  feedeth. 

3  Perverse  and  foolish  oft  I  strayed. 

But  yet  in  love  He  sought  me: 
And  on  His  shoulder  gently  laid. 
And  home,  rejoicing,  brought  me. 

4  In  death's  dark  vale  I  fear  no  ill 

With  Thee,  dear  Lord,  beside  me; 
Thy  rod  and  staff  my  comfort  still, 
Thy  cross  before  to  guide  me. 

5  Thou  spread'st  a  table  in  my  sight. 

Thine  unction  grace  bestoweth, 

And  oh,  what  transport  of  delight 

PYom  Thy  pure  chalice  floweth. 

6  And  so,   through  all   the  length  of 

days, 
Thy  goodness  faileth  never  ; 
Good    Shepherd,    may    I   sing  Thy 

praise 
Within  Thv  house  forever  I 


And  in  One  Lord  Jisus  Christ,  the  Only  /ici^cttf/i  Son  of  Hod ; 
begotten  of  His  Father  l)efore  all  worlds :  God,  of  God ;  Li^^ht,  of 
Lii^ht ;  l^ery  God,  of  Very  God ;  be<^otten,  not  made  ;  bein\:;  of  one 
substance  7vith  the  Father  :  by  Whom  all  thini^s  were  made :  Who, 
for  us  men,  and  for  our  salvation,  came  doivn  fi  om  heaven,  and  was 
incarnate  by  the  Holy  Ghost  of  the    Virgin  Alaty  ;  and  luas  made 

Man.  NicENE  Creed. 


11 


Instantis  adventuni  Dei. 

1  The  advent  of  our  Clod 

Our  prayers  must  now  employ, 
And    we   must   meet    Ilim   on   His 
road 
With  hymns  of  holy  joy. 

2  The  Everlasting  Son 

Incarnate  deigns  to  be  : 
Himself  a  servant's  form  puts  on, 
To  set  His  people  free. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  rise, 

And  greet  thy  lowly  King, 
And  do  not  wickedly  despise 
The  mercies  He  will  bring. 

4  As  Judge,  in  clouds  of  light, 

He  will  come  down  again, 
And  all  His  scattered  saints  unite 
With  Him  in  Heaven  to  reign. 

5  Before  that  dreadful  day 

May  all  our  sins  be  gone  ; 

May  the  old  man  be  put  away, 

And  the  new  man  put  on  ! 


Du  7oesentliches  IV art. 

1  O  Saviour  of  our  race. 

Welcome  indeed  Thou  art. 
Blessed  Redeemer,  Fount  of  grace. 
To  this  my  longing  heart  ! 

2  Light  of  the  world,  abide 

Through  faith  within  my  heart; 
Leave  me  to  seek  no  other  guide, 
Nor  e'er  from  Thee  depart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life,  O  Lord  ! 

.Sole  Light  of  life  Thou  art ! 
Let  not   Thy  glorious  rays  be  poured 
In  vain  on  my  dark  heart. 

4  Star  of  the  east,  arise  ! 

Drive  all  my  clouds  away  ; 
(uiide   me  till  earth's    dim  twilight 
dies 
Into  the  perfect  day. 

13 

En  clara  vox. 
I    Hark  !   an  awful  voice  is  sounding  ! 
"  Christ  is  nigh  !"  it  seems  to  say, 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 
()  ye  children  of  the  day  !" 


6 


J[csxx8  Q'-hijist  oui;  !l?0);d. 


2  Startled  at  the  solemn  warning, 

Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise  ; 

Christ,  her  Sun,  all  slotli  dispelling, 

Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

3  Lo,  the  Lamb,  so  long  expected, 

Comes    with    pardon    down    from 
heaven  ; 
Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow. 
One  and  all,  to  be  forgiven. 

4  So,  when  next  lie  comes,  with  glory. 

Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear, 
With  His  mercy  lie  may  shield  us, 
And  with  words  of  love  draw  near. 

14 

1  Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus, 

Horn  to  set  Thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 

2  Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art  ; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver  ; 

Horn  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King  ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  Thine  own  Eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 

15 

I    Morn  is  breaking,  night  is  flying, 
Never  came  a  morn  so  fair  ; 
Hear  His  herald-prophet  crying. 


"Faithful  souls  His  way  prepare!" 
From  the  lofty  mountains  ringing. 

Jubilant  and  sweet  the  cry, 
Till  the  lowly  valleys  singing. 

Answer  it,  "  The  Lord  is  nigh  !  " 

2  Coming— what  was  ever  stranger — 

Earth  can  give  Him  for  His  bed 
Nothing  but  a  rude  coarse  manger 

Where  the  patient  beasts  have  fed. 
Room  for  every  one  beside  Him 

There  was  found  in  Bethlehem  ; 
King  of  kings,  and  yet  denied  Him 

Palace,  throne  and  diadem. 

3  Aye,  but  in  their  awful  courses 

Stand  the  stars  in  grand  array. 
Choosing  from  their  flaming  forces 

One  to  wait  upon  His  way. 
Over  the  dim  stable  keepeth 

Watch,  this  heavenly  sentinel. 
While      beneath,      the      Incarnate 
sleepeth, 

In  such  home  content  to  dwell. 

4  He  is  coming  !  night  is  flying  ! 

.  Coming  near  and  yet  more  near; 
Waiting,  longing,   seeking,  sighing. 

Weary  watcher,  Christ  is  here  ! 
Rise!  the  last  bright  morn  is  breaking, 

Rise  !  the  shadows  flee  away. 
Virgins  wise  your  places  taking, 

Rise,  and  greet  the  eternal  day  ! 

IG 

Krniuntcrt  cuch  Ihr  Front  nun. 
I    Rejoice,  all  ye  believers. 

And  let  your  lights  appear  ; 
Tlu'  evening  is  advancing, 
And  darker  night  is  near  : 


3;c8v\$  Cf*hi|i$t  our  T.5or|d. 


The  Bridep^room  is  arisiiifj, 
And  soon  lie  draweth  ni^h  : 

Up  !  pray,  and  walili,  and  wrestle  ! 
At  midni<;lit  conies  the  cry. 

2  The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

I'roclaim  the  liridegroom  near  ; 
(]o  meet  Ilim  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear  : 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide-open  stand  ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory  ! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

3  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  I 
With  heart  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  Thee  ! 

17 

Ctir  rcUiiquis  Deiis. 

1  O  God  why  did'st  Thou  put  aside. 

For  this    vile    earth    Thy  heaven 
above  ? 
Did'st    Thou    expect    there    would 
betide 
Thee  here  the  ministry  of  love  ? 
That  earth  had  honor  Lord  for  Thee  ? 
Honor  and  love, — nay  verily. 
Lying  in  wickedness,  earth  knows 
Not  how  to  love  Thee,  but  Thy  foes. 

2  Bethlehem  proved  what  love  for  Thee 

Thispresent  evil  world  hath,  when 
She  shut  against  Thee,  cruelly, 
The  door  left  wide  for  other  men, 


And  forced  Thee  to  the  hovel,  where 
Wide  open  to  the  winter  air, 
The  very  beasts  could  hardly  live; 
No  other  shelter  would  she  give. 

3  Come  Jesus  from  that  hovel  cold. 

Exposed  to  all  the  winds  that  blow, 
Chilled  by  discomfort  manifold. 

From  the  poor  couch  all  wet  with 
snow  ! 
My  all  a  couch  for  Thee  I  make  ; 
My    heart    ihe    shelter    Thou    shall 

take  ; 
I  give  it  all,  I  give  my  best. 
That  were  for  Thee  a  better  rest. 

4  My  heart  all  burning  with  the  hre 

Of  love   to   Thee,   would   cherish 
Thine. 
But    Thou   that    love    can'st   kindle 
higher, 
And    Thou    wilt    rather    cherish 
mine. 
For    Thou    art     Love,    and    can'st 

inflame 
The  hearts  of  those  that   love    Thy 

Name, 
With  Thine  own  self,  and  not  with 

wood , 
Thou  art  the  very  Fire  of  (iod. 

5  Come  then  ()  I'ire  of  God  to  me  ! 

Come     Love,    and     never    more 
depart  ! 
Enter  the  place  prepared  for   Thee, 

The  shelter  of  my  loving  heart  ! 
I'll  make  Thee  there  a  couch  of  rest, 
And  deem  myself  supremely  blest. 
If  I  may  ever  more  abide. 
Loving,  beloved,  at  Thy  side. 


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1  The  nij^ht   the  Kinj;  was  born,  tlie 

stars 
Shone  down  on  Bethlehem, 
As  jewels  flash  through  golden  bars 

From  out  a  diadem. 
But  suddenly  their  radiant  tire 
Cirew  pale  and  dull  and  dim, 
When  came  from  heaven  an  angel- 
choir, 
To  sing  a  Christmas  hymn. 

2  Such  music  never  yet  had  rang 

On  mortal  ears  till  then, 
As  rang  when  holy  angels  sang 

"  (loodwill  and  peace  to  men." 
Such  winsome  glory  never  came 

Before  on  mortal  eyes, 
As  came   when   they,    with    feet  of 
flame. 

Came  trooping  down  the  skies, 

3  And  if  on  that  first  Christmas-time, 

This  lost  world  back  to  call 
To  hope  and  (jod,  in  sweetest  chime 

The  bells  of  heaven  rang  all, 
Would  it  be  strange,  if  echo  sweet 

Of  that  transcendent  strain 
Should  run  o'er  earth  with  footsteps 
fleet. 

And  answer  back  again  ? 

4  Sing,  angels,  never  cease  to  sing, 

\'e  first-born  of  the  sky  ! 
Cry,  every  herald  of  the  King, 

His  glorious  advent  cry! 
But  angel  from  the  heaven  above. 

Or  herald  of  the  morn. 
Could  never  sing  the  song  of  love 

As  men: — that  Christ  is  born. 


Adesle  Ji deles. 

1  Oh  come,  all  ye  faithful,  triumph- 
antly sing  ! 

Come,  see  in  the  manger  the  angels' 
dread  King  ! 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful 
accord  ; 

Oh  hasten  !  oh  hasten  !  to  worship 
the  Lord. 


2  True  Son  of  the  Father,  He  comes 

from  the  skies  ; 
The  womb  of  the   Virgin   He  doth 

not  despise  ; 
To    Bethlehem    hasten,   with  joyful 

accord  ; 
Oh   hasten  !  oh   hasten  !  to  worship 

the  Lord. 

3  Oh   hark,  to  the  angels,  all  singing 

in  heaven, 
"  To  God  in  the  highest,  all  glor>' 

be  given  !" 
To    Bethlehem   hasten,    with   joyful 

accord, 
Oh  hasten  !   oh    hasten  !    to  worship 

the  Lord. 

4  To   Thee,  then,  O  jesus,  this  day  of 

Thy  birth, 

lie  glory  and  honor  through  heaven 
and  earth  ; 

True  Codhead  Incarnate,  Omnipo- 
tent Word  ! 

Oh  hasten  !  oh  hasten  !  to  worship 
I  he  Lord. 


tTesus  (i^hrisl  uur  X«urd. 


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1  O  stars  of  God,  what  diil  ye  see- 

That  holy  night  when  Christ  was 
born  ? 
What  stranger  clad  in  panoply 
Rode  with   your  host  from  eve  till 
morn, 
Whose  helniel  wa^^  a  diadem, 

\\  ho  bore  a  liery  pennon  high, 
And  when  ye  came  o'er  Bethlehem 
Paused,  while  your  wondering  host 
went  by. 

Chorus. 

Shine  herald-light, 
Ve  angels  sing, 
Shepherds  to-night. 

Go,  seek  the   King  I 
The  Lord  of  all 
Lies  in  this  stall. 
Oh  wonder  passing  mortal  ken  I 
Glory    to    (iod  !     (iood-will    toward 
men  ! 

2  O  angel  of  the  living  God, 

Did  ever  nobler  errand  bring 
Thy  rapid  feet,  with  lightning  shod, 
Forth   from  the  presence   of    the 
King, 
Than  that  which  brought  thee,  with 
the  cry 
To  sinful,  weary,  wondering  men: 
All  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

And  on  the  earth  be  peace  again  ! 

Chorus. — Shine  herald-light,  &c. 

3  ()  shepherds,  heard  ye  e'er  before. 

Such  music  as  that  winsome  strain   i 
That  stole  your  ravished  senses  o'er,    i 


I'he  night   ye   watched   upon  the 
plain  ; 
When  angels  in  a  mighty  choir 
Stood   round   the  gate  of  heaven 
above, 
And  chanted,  with  their  lips  of  tire. 
The  canticle  of  holy  love ! 

Chorus. — Shine  herald-light,  lVc. 

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1  Out  in  the  fields  near  Bethlehem, 

By  night  the  Jewish  shepherd 
Watched  o'er    his    flock,    lest   upon 
them 

Might  lion  come  or  leopard. 
There  came  no  beast,  but  in  the  east. 

Amid  the  starlight  slender. 
All  in  surprise,  he  saw  arise 

A  star  of  radiant  splendor. 

2  It  could  not  be  the  evening  star, 

That  in  the  west  was  blazing  ; 
This  in  the  east  o'er  Jordan  far. 

Shone  with  a  light  amazing. 
Their  eyes  so  oft,  had  seen  aloft. 

Each  flame-clad  heavenly  ranger. 
That  each  they  knew,  by  token  true. 

But  no  one  knew  this  stranger. 

3  And  while   they  looked   with   bated 

breath, 
And  at  the  marvel  wondered, 
And  were  it  sign  of  life  or  death 
With  growing  terror  pondered, 
Lo  suddenly,  there  seemed  to  be 

A  door  set  open  o'er  them, 
.\nd  clad  in  white,  an  angel  bright 
Came     down    and    stood     before 
them. 


10 


^csus  (fhtiist  our  I^ord. 


4  Fear  not,  behold  I  brings,  said  he, 

Good  news  of  greatest  wonder, 
To  you,  and  people  all,  that  be 

This  heaven  of  glory  under  ; 
For  word  I  bring,  that  Christ  your 
King, 

In  heavenly  love  and  pity. 
This  day  on  earth,  hath  had  His  birth. 

In  David's  ancient  city. 

5  Then  instantly  it  seemed  as  though 

The  heavens  were  all  on  fire; 
And   down   there  marched,  in   rank 
and  row, 

A  glory-mantled  choir  ; 
Who  stood  and  sang,  till  eclio  rang, 

— So  runs  the  ancient  story — 
That  peace  again,  had  come  to  men, 

And  unto  (]od  all  glory.  i    j 


a 


oo 


1  While  shepherds  watched  their  Hocks 

by  night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground  ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down. 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "Fear  not,"   said  he, — for  mighty 

dread 
Had  seized  their  troubled  mind, — 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
A  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  ; — 


4  "  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall 
'  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All    meanly    wrapped    in    swathing 
bands. 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph — and  forth- 

with 
j  Appeared  a  shining  throng 

Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song  : — 

j   6  "  All  glory  be  to  (iod  on  high, 
I  And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 

Good- will  henceforth  from  heaven  to 
men 
Begin,  and  never  cease  !" 

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1  Hark  I  the  herald-angels  sing, 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  ! 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise. 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
Universal  nature  say, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day  ! 

2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored  ; 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come. 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb  ; 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  ; 
Hail  the  Incarnate  Deity, 

Pleased  as  Man  with  men  to  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel,  here  ! 


iTcsus  ^lu|i8t  oui|  !tooi|d. 


11 


Ilail!    the    heaven-born     Prince    of 

Peace  ! 
Hail  !  the  Sun  of   Ri^jhteousness  ! 
Lijj^ht  and  life  to  all  lie  bring^s, 
Risen  with  healinjr  in  His  wings: 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

24 

Songs  of  thankfulness  and  praise, 
Jesus,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise  ; 
Manifested  by  the  star 
To  the  sages  from  afar  ; 
Branch  of  royal  David's  stem 
In  Thy  birth  at  Bethlehem  ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addrest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 


2  Manifest  at  Jordan's  stream, 
Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  supreme 
And  at  Cana,  Wedding-guest, 

In  Thy  (iodhead  manifest  ; 
Manifest  in  power  divine, 
Changing  water  into  wine  ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addrest, 
(lotl  in  Man  made  manifest. 

3  Grant  us  grace  to  see  Thee,  Lord, 
Mirrored  in  Thy  holy  Word  ; 
May  we  imitate  Thee  now, 

And  be  pure,  as  pure  art   Thou  ; 
That  we  like  to  Thee  may  be 
At  Thy  great  Epiphany  ; 
And  may  praise  Thee,  ever  l>lest, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 


A 71 J  was  crucified  a/so  for  us  under  Pontius  I^ilaie  :  He  suffered 

and  7ms  bui  ied.  Nicene  Creed 


25 

Coelestis  Formani  s;loria\ 

1  Oh  wondrous  type,  Oh  vision  fair, 
Of  glory  that  the  church  shall  share, 
W'hich    Christ   upon    the    mountain 

shows, 
Where   brighter    than    the  sun    He 
glows  ! 

2  With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  to  manifest  to-day 
What  glory  shall  be  theirs  above, 
Who  joy  in  Clod  with  perfect  love. 


3  And    faithful    hearts   are    raised  on 

high 
By  this  great  vision's  mystery  ; 
For  which  in  joyful  strains  we  raise 
The  voice  of   prayer,   the  hymn  of 

praise. 

4  O  Father,  with  the  Eternal  Son. 
And  Holy  Spirit,  ever  One, 
Vouchsafe  to  bring  us  by   Thy  grace 
To  see  Thy  glory  face  to  face. 


12 


3Iesus  ^hriJst  ouij  T^or,d. 


26 

1  Not  yet,  ye  people  of  His  grace, 
V'e  see  your  Saviour,  face  to  face  ; 
Not  yet  enamored  eyes  ye  brin^ 
Unto  the  glory  of  your  King. 

2  Ye  follow  in  His  steps  below, 
Along  His  thorny  way  ye  go, 
Ye  stand  His  bitter  cross  beside, 
Ve  cling  to  Him,  the  Crucilied. 

3  Upon  His  grace  ye  banquet  here  ; 
"Ye    know    Him    true,    ye    feel    1  lini 

near  ; 
The  balm  of  11  is  dear  blood  ye  bless  ; 
Ye  wear  His  robe  of  righteousness. 

4  But  greater  shall  the  wonder  grow, 
But  mightier  shall  the  joy  o'erflow; 
Upon  your  Lord  ye  yet  shall  gaze 
And  look  your  love  and  sweet  amaze. 

5  Oh,  make  me  meet  for  joy  like  this  ! 
( )h,  grant  me  grace  to  bear  the  bliss  ! 
To  set  my  heart  on  Thee  below, 
No  other  Lord  nor  love  to  know. 

6  Then  shall  I  set  mine  eyes  on  Thee  ; 
The  King  in  all  I  lis  beauty  see  ; 
And  gazing  on,  for  exermore, 
(ilow  with  the  bcauly  1  adore. 

27 

I    I  <et  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
jMy  Saviour,  my  eternal  Rest  ! 
'I'hen  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  forever  blest  ! 


2  1  .et  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 

Thine  unveiled  glory  to  behold  ; 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 
Cease  to  be  treacherous,  faithless, 
cold  ! 

3  I  .et  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art , 

Where  spotless  saints  Thy  Name 
adore  ; 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more  ! 

4  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 

Where  none  can  die,  where  none 

remove  ; 
Then  neither  death  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  Thy  presence  and   Thy 

love  ! 

1  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Hark  !  all  the  tribes  Hosanna  cry  ; 
O  Saviour  meek,  pursue   Thy  road 
With  palms  and  scattered  garments 

strowed. 

2  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  : 

O  Christ,    Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

3  Ride  on  !   ride  on  in  majesty  ! 

The  last  and  Hercest  strife  is  nigh  : 
The  Father  on  His  sapphire  throne 
Awaits  His  own  Anointed  Son. 

4  Ride  on  !  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  ; 
Bow  Thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain, 
'I'hen  take,  O  Cod,  Thy  power,  and 

reign. 


tTc8U8  (f'hijist  oui]  XfiOv 


3 


2'J 

1  Hosanna  to  the  Living^  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  the  Incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing'. 

2  Hosanna,  Lord,  Thine  angels  cry  ; 
Hosanna,  Lord,  Thy  saints  reply  ; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around. 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

3  O  Saviour,  with  protecting  care. 
Return  to  this  Thy  house  of  prayer; 
Assembled  in  'IMiy  sacred  name. 
Here  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim! 

4  lint,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal,  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee  ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day. 
When   earth  and  heaven  shall  melt 

away, 
Thy    flock,    redeemed    from    sinful 

stain. 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

30 

I  Jesus  shall  reign  v\rhere'er  the  sun 
Does  His  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch   from  shore  to 

shore. 
Till  moons  shall   wax  and   wane  no 
more. 


His  Name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall 

rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell   on    His    love    witli    sweetest 

song. 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  I  lis  Name. 

4  lilessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns. 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains, 
The  wear)'  rmd  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loutl  Amen  ! 

M 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  jesus'  Name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  Cod, 

Who  from  His  altar  call  ; 
Kxtol  the  Stem  of  lesse's  rod. 
And  crown  Him.  Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  l)a\i(l.   Lord  did  call  ; 

The  Cod  Incarnate,   Man  Divine, 

And  crown  Him,   Lord  of  all. 


2   For    Him    shall   endless    prayer    be  ,    4  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
made,  The  wormwood  and  the  gall  ; 

And    praises    throng  to  crown    His  Co,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 

head  ;  I  And  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all. 


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tTesus  ^hijist  ouij  y.)Oi|d. 


5   Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Ilim,  Lord  of  all. 

1  Many  woes  had  Christ  endured. 

Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient,  and  to  pains  inured  ; 

l)Ut  the  sorest  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane. 

2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  ni.i,rhl  ; 

Vengeance  with  its  iron  rod 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might. 

Bruised  the  harmless  1  .amb  of  God : 
vSee,  my  soul,  the  Saviour  see 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 

3  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt  ; 

This    through    grace  can   be   be- 
lieved ; 

But  the  torments  which  He  felt 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived  ; 

None  can  penetrate  through  thee. 

Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 

4  All  my  sins  against  my  God, 

All  my  sins  against  His  laws, 
All  my  sins  against  His  blood. 

All  my  sins  against  His  cause. 
Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea — 
Hide  me,  C)  (iethsemane  ! 

33 

I   When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Princeof  (Jlory  died. 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And    pour    contempt    on    all    my 
pride. 


2  Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  mv 
God:  ^ 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me 
most, 

I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His 

feet, 

Sorrow    and    love    flow    mingled 
down  ! 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine. 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small  ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all  ' 

34 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory  ; 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time. 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  ; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

Frorn  the  cross  the  radiance  stream- 
ing. 

Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  P)anc  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cro.ss  arc  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  lime  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory  ; 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time. 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

(fathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


iTcsu$  ^h»]i8t  outi  X^oi]d. 


15 


F    I  .o  !  from  Edom  comes  a  Stranger, 
Up  by  Bozrah's  desert  way. 
Is  it  some  wild  Arab  ranger 
Seeking  stealthily  his  prey  ? 

Scars  are  in  I  lis  hands  and  side. 
And  with  red  His  raiment  dyed. 

2  Answer  us,  O  thou  Wayfarer, 

And  the  myster)-  e.xplain  : 
In  what  vintage  wert  Thou  sharer. 
Gaining  thus  this  ruddy  stain  ? 
Hast  Thou  bathed   Thy  feet  in 

wine  ? 
Tell   what   means  this  crimson 
sign  ? 

3  Not  in  wine  My  feet  have  trodden  ; 

Not  the  vineyard's  purple  crown, 

But  the  foe,  with  slaughter  sodden, 

I  have  crushed  and  trampled  down. 

Helper  with  Me  there  was  none; 

God's  wine-press  I  trod  alone. 

4  Therefore  red  in  Mine  apparel, 

Come  I,  mighty  now  to  save  ; 
Greet  ye  Me  with  song  and  carol, 
Conqueror  of  death  and  grave  ! 
Humbly  cometh  after  Me, 
Captive  led,  captivity. 

5  Aye,     we    greet     Thee,    Champion, 

Jesus  ; 
Thou  hast  triumphed  gloriously. 
Who  but  Thou  could  e'er  release  us; 
Glory  ever  be  to  Thee  ! 

Lord   and   King  and  Christ  art 

Thou  ; 
Ever)'  knee  to  Thee  shall  bow  I 


36 

1  Wear)'  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning  Sacrifice  ; 
There  the  Incarnate  Deity 
Numbered  with  transgressors  see  ! 
There  His  Father's  absence  mourns, 
Nailed,   and   bruised,    and  crowned 

with  thorns. 

2  Surely,  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne; 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn  ; 
View  Him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  His  life  for  thee. 
There  thy  every  sin  He  bore. 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  self  on  Him, 
Find  Him  mighty  to  redeem. 
At  His  feet  thy  burden  lay  ; 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away  ; 
Now,  by  faith,  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  His  promise,  trust  His  grace. 

4  Lord,  Thine  arm  must  be  revealed 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed  ; 
Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  Thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me  ; 

At  Thy  feet  myself  I  lay. 
Shine,  oh  shine  my  fears  away  ! 

1  Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day. 
Ere  it  pass  ft)r  aye  away. 

On  our  knees  we  fall  and  pray. 

2  Lord,  on  us  Thy  Spirit  pour. 
Kneeling  lowly  at  the  door. 
Ere  it  close  for  evermore. 


16 


tTesus  (?hi]i$t  our  X)ord. 


3  By  Thy  night  of  agony, 
By  Thy  supplicating  cry, 
By  Thy  wiUingness  to  die, 

4  By  Thy  tears  of  bitter  woe 
For  Jerusalem  below, 

I^et  us  not  Thy  love  forego. 

5  Grant  us  'neath  Thy  wings  a  place, 
Lest  we  lose  this  day  of  grace 
Ere  we  shall  behold  Thy  face. 

38 

Labeiite  jam  solis  rota. 

1  Now  with  the  declining  sun 
Day  to  night  is  passing  on  : 
So  doth  mortal  life  descend 
Swiftly  to  its  destined  end. 

2  From  the  cross,  Thine  arms  spread 

wide, 
Fold  the  world,  O  Crucified  ! 
Help  us  love  the  cross  ;  in  Thy 
Dear  embrace  help  us  to  die  ! 

3  Glory  to  the  Eternal  One  I 
Glory  to  the  Only  Son  ! 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity  ! 

a  -^ 

39 

1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure. 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know. 


Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  1  bring  ; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  Fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ! 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death. 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

40 

1  Resting  from  His  work  to-day. 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay  ; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding-sheet. 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene  ; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day. 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden-glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

3  So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend  ; 

Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thee  may  ever  dwell. 


♦Tcsus  ^hijist  oui]  T-oi]d. 


4   Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  brinjj, 
True  affection's  offerini^  ; 
Close  the  door  from  sijjht  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around  ; 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  aii;ain. 

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1  A  garden  near  the  cross,  and  there 

A  sepulchre  !      l-i.u:ht  barred  with 
g^kx)m  ; 
Amid  the  glory  rare  and  fair 

Of    bloom    and    beauty,    there    a 
tomb  ! 

2  Twas  meet  that  in  a  garden  bright 

With  blcKims,  the  Champion's  tomb 
should  be  ; 
To  sleep  away  the  short  still  night, 
And  wake  in  immortality. 


3  And    meet    for    Him    to  wake  'mid 

flowers. 
When  angels  rolled  the  stone  away. 
Where    dew-drops,    fallen    in    lavisli 

showers, 
Like   lustrous    jewels   paved    His 

way. 

4  'Tis  well  for  weary  head  to  sleep 

On  the  same  pillow  where  He  lay, 
While  heaven  its  vigil  sure  doth  keep; 
And  ere  long  is  the  break  of  day. 

5  And  lovemay  make  a  garden  round 

The  place  where  sleep  its  own  and 
His; 
Angels  patrol  the  holy  ground, 
And  Christ  The  Resurrection 
•     is.         / 


And  the  third  day  He  rose  again  according  to  the  Scriptures  ;  and 
ascended  into  heaven  ;  and  sitteth  at  the  right  hand  of  the  Father. 
And  He  shall  co?ne  again  tenth  glor\\  to  judge  both  the  quick  and  the 
dead :    Whose  kingdom  shall  have  no  end.  Nicene  Creed. 


42 

Ad  regias  Agni  dopes. 

1  The  Lamb's  great  festival 

In  spotless  robes  we  keep, 

The    praise   we  sing,   of  Christ  our 
King, 

Who  led  us  through  the  deep. 

2  His  heavenly  love  hath  He 

Proved  in  His  precious  blood, 
And,  Priest  Most  High,  the  altar  by, 

Himself  devotintr  stood. 


3  The  sacred  crimson  sign 

The  avenging  angel  knew  ; 
The   waters    fled,    beneath    Christ's 
tread. 
And  gave  a  pathway  through. 

4  Christ  is  our  Passover  ! 

True  Paschal  Lamb  is  He; 
Bread  without  leaven,  true  Bread  of 
heaven. 
Truth  and  sincerity. 


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tt'esufi  ^lujist  oui|  !ri>oi|^. 


5  O  Victim  all  divine, 

Death  is  beneath  Thy  feet ! 
Rent  is  its  chain,  and  Thine  the  gain. 
Of  life  immortal  meet ! 

6  Show  in  an  opened  heaven 

How  hath  Thy  warfare  sped  ; 
Behind  Thee  bring  the  infernal  king, 
Thy  trophy,  captive  led  ! 

43 

1  "Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day," 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  ; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high. 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  ; 
Lo,  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo,  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal  ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell  ! 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise  ; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise  ! 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ; 
"Where,     O    death,     is     now    thy 

sting?" 
Once  He  died,  our  souls  to  save  ; 
"  Where's     thy    victory,     boasting 

grave?" 

5  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  ! 
IVaise  to  Thee  by  both  be  given  ! 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now  ; 

Hail  !  THK  RKSURRKCTION,  THOU  ! 


u 

1  The  stars  were  shining  overhead. 

The  deep  blue  heavens  adorning, 

W^hen  Mary  to  the  garden  sped, 

Of  old  on  Easter  morning. 

And    as    she   hurried    through    the 
gloom. 

Her  eyes  with  tears  all  streaming, 

Of  Jesus  dead  and  in  the  tomb, 

Her  tender  heart  was  dreaming. 

Chorus. 

All  thanks  and  praise. 
This  day  of  days. 

With  hearts  of  love  be  giving, 
Your  worship  bring, 
To  greet  the  King, 

Lord  both  of  dead  and  living  ! 

2  But  earlier  than  Mary,  came 

To  where  the  Lord  was  lying, 
An  angel,  on  his  wing  of  flame. 

From  heaven  above  down  flying. 
The  soldiers  at  the  sepulchre 

With  terror  sat  and  shivered  ; 

And  while  like  dead  men  there  they 
were, 

Their  Prisoner  was  delivered. 

3  There  in  the  garden  Mary  met 

Her  risen  Lord  and  Saviour, 
With  wailing  words  of  chiding,  yet 

With  womanly  behaviour  ; 
As  if  He  were  the  gardener  : 

If  thou  hast  hence  conveyed  Him, 
That  1  may  go  and  take  Him,  Sir, 

Tell  me  where  thou  hast  laid  Him. 

4  He    called    her  :     Mary !    then   and 

there 
She  recognized  her  Master, 


ICSUS  0*1111181  OUt|  I>oi]d. 


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AntI  ran  the  tiilin^^s  j^lad  t(;  bear, 
\\  ith  feet  tlian  wild  roe's  faster. 

'I'he  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !  we  cry 
With  Mary,  with  the  angel, 

'I'he  Lord  is  risen,  no  more  to  die  ! 
So  sing  we  our  evangel. 

45 

Aurora  caluni  purpurat. 

1  The  morning  purples  all  the  sky. 

The  air  with  praises  rings, 

Defeated  hell  stands  sullen  by, 

The  world  exulting  sings. 

2  While  He  the  Mightiest  of  kings, 

From  death's  deep-shadowed  den, 
The  prey  long  held,  in  triumph  brings 
To  joyful  life  again. 

3  Within  death's  sealed  and  guarded 

prison, 
Fast  fettered  He  has  lain  ; 
But  He  has  mastered  death,  is  risen. 
And  death  wears  now  the  chain. 

4  Away    with    grief, — bright    angels 

cry,— 
With  tears  and  sighs  away, 
Not  here  does  death's  Destroyer  lie, 
For  He  has  risen  to-day  ! 

5  That  'I'hou  our  Paschal  joy  may'st  be. 

Eternal  ages  in, 
O  Jesus,  deign  to  set  us  free 
From  the  dread  death  of  sin  ! 

6  W^e  worship,  as  is  ever  meet, 

()  God  the  Father,  Thee, 
Thy  risen  Son,  Thy  I'araclete, 
Henceforth,  eternally  ! 


46 

Mortis  portis  J'ractis  fortis. 

I    Broken  are  the  gates  of  death  ! 

To  the  Stronger  yields  the  strong, 
And  his  kingdom  perisheth 

At  the  cross,  while  all  along 
Death's  dark  dungeon   streams  the 

light. 
Driving  out  the  abysmal  night. 


2  What  at  first  He  did  create 

Pure  and  holy,  now  to  save, 
And  to  make  regenerate, — 

Though    it   cost    the    cross    and 
grave, — 
Comes  the  Maker  from  on  high. 
Dying,  that  man  may  not  die. 

3  Wondrous  death,  which  gives  us  life! 

Hell  against  the  Champion  lone 
Rushes  madly  to  the  strife. 

Only  to  be  overthrown. 
What  can  ever  equal  this  ! 
Life  is  ours,  for  death  is  His. 

4  He  who  led  a  captive  train. 

Is  himself  a  captive  led  ; 
And  the  slayer  now  is  slain  ; 

Death  is  left  among  the  dead  ; 
Strong  and  glorious  comes  the  King 
From  the  conflict,  triumphing. 

5  Risen  with  Him,  in  Him  restored. 

Is  the  fallen,  guilty  race  ; 
Sinful  man  and  sinless  Lord 

Now  are  one  ;  his  rightful  place, 
By  His  Maker's  will,  man  takes, 
And  His  joyful  worship  makes. 


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♦Tesus  ^hijist  our|  !Cdord. 


47 

Pone  lucttim  Magdalcna. 

1  Lay  aside  thy  sorrow,  Mary, 

Calm  the  tempest  of  thy  tears  ! 
This  is  not  the  feast  of  Simon, 

There's  no  reason  now  for  fears  ; 
But  a  thousand  now  to  sing, 
Aye  a  thousand  now  to  ring 

Alleluia  ! 

2  Frame  thy  lips  to  laughter,  Mary  ! 

Make    thy   forehead    smooth    and 
bright, 

For  all  suffering  is  over. 

And  comes  in  the  golden  light. 

Christ  hath  now  the  world  made  free, 

F'or  death's  Conqueror  is  He  ; 

Alleluia  ! 

3  Laud    Him     then,    applaud     Him, 

Mary  ! 

From  the  grave  comes  forth   the 
King  ; 

Now  the  sad  scene  all  is  ended. 

Ended  in  His  triumphing. 

Thou  did'st  weep  to  see  Him  die, 

Now  enthrilled  with  gladness,  cry 

Alleluia  ! 

4  Lift  thy  countenance  O  Mary  ! 

See  Chiist  living  as  before  ! 
Look  with  face  of  calm  composure, 

See  the  five  wounds  that  He  bore. 
How  like  radiant  |)earls  they  shine. 
Ornaments  of  life  divine  ; 

Alleluia  ! 

5  Live,  oh  live,  again  llien.  Mary  ! 

Light  has  come  once  more  to  thee. 
Every  vein  with  gladness  swelling 


Death's  complete  defeat  to  see. 
Bid  farewell  to  grief  and  pain, 
Let  glad  love  return  again, 

'fj 


d,/^,/    Alleluia! 


48 

1  Hail  to  Thee,  our  risen  King  ! 
Joyfully    Thy  praise  we  sing  ; 
For,  the  mighty  conflict  o'er. 
Now  Thou  livest  evermore. 

2  Fain  like  Mary,  Lord,  would  we 
In  Thy  glorious  presence  be  ; 
Hear  Thy  voice,  and  see  Thy  face, 
Praise  Thee  for  Thy  wondrous  grace. 

3  Resurrection-life  hast  Thou 
Given  to  Thy  people  now  ; 

Haste  the  time  when,  raised  to  Thee, 
We  shall  manifested  be. 

4  Blessed  Saviour,  Victor,  King, 
Hear  us  now  Thy  triumphs  sing, 
While  we  celebrate  Thy  praise, 
And  our  hallelujahs  raise  ! 

49 

Ilvmiiuvi  canatnus  :^lori(E. 

1  Sing  a  iiymn  of  glory,  waking 

Sounds  of  joy  before  unknown, 
Christ,  a  new  way  heavenward  taking, 
(iocs  to  claim  His  Father's  throne. 

2  He  ascends  on  high  in  splendor, 

With  His  victory  content  ; 
Scorned  of  men,  yet  He  could  render 
Death,  by  dying,  impotent. 


^esus  ^lu|i8t  ou»|  T.^ord. 


21 


3  Mighty  angels  are  attendinjj; 

On  the  footsteps  of  the  King  ; 
Heaven  its  glorious  host  is  sending 
To  receive  Him  triumphing. 

4  Help  us,  with  devotion  tender, 

Follow     Lord,     where     1  "hou    dost 
dwell, 
With  the  I'ather,  throned  in  splendor. 
In  the  heavenly  citadel  ! 

5  Help  us  in  our  humble  station 

Triumph  joyfully  in  Thee, 
Knowing,  that  our  full  Salvation 
Thou  wilt  yet  return  to^be.! 

50 

1  Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 
Into  Thy  native  skies  ; 

Assume  Thy  right  ; 
And  where  in  many  a  fold 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled. 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 

And  reign  in  light  ! 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell, 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

Thy  radiant  train  ; 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire, 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain  ! 

3  Enter,  Incarnate  God  ! 

No  feet  but  Thine  have  trod 

The  serpent  down  ; 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow  ! 
Wider  yon  portals  throw  ! 
Saviour,  triumphant,  go 

And  take  Thy  crown  ! 


4   Lion  of  judah,  hail  ! 
And  let    Thy  name  prevail 

b'rom  age  to  age  ; 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years. 
Claim  for  Thine  own  the  s|)heres, 
For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage  ! 

51 

1  Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious; 

See  the  Man  of  Sorrows  now 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious  ! 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow  : 
Crown  Him  I  Crown  Him! 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the    Saviour,    angels,   crown 

Him  ! 
Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings  : 

Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him  I 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings! 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim; 

Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  Him, 

Own  His  title,  praise  His  Name  ! 

Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him  ! 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame  ! 

4  Hark,  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark,      those     loud      triumphant 
chords ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; 
Oh  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him  ! 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords! 


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^iesus  (f^hijist  ouii  T.^ol:d. 


52 

1  Lift  up  your  heads  ye  heavenly  gates, 

\'e  barriers  of  the  sky 
Unfold,  the  King  of  glory  waits 
To  pass  the  portal  high. 

2  Ye  angel-warders  cry  aloud, 

The  challenge  answering  : 
Whence  comes  this  chariot  of  cloud? 
Who  is  this  glorious  King  ? 

3  The  King  !  the  signs  of  victory 

He  wears  as  He  hath  won, 
The  strong  and  mighty  Lord  is  He, 
The  everlasting  Son, 

4  Content  was  He  on  earth  to  lie 

On  mortal  mother's  knee 
A  Man  of  sorrows  live,  and  die 
On  shameful  Calvary. 

5  The    blood-stained  cross   stands  on 

the  hill, 
But  empty  is  His  prison, 
And  ranks  of  shining  angels  lill 
The  air  around  Him,  risen. 

6  And  now  the  Victor  triumphing. 

To  heaven  and  glory  soars. 
Be  lifted  up  before  the  King 
Ye  everlasting  doors  ! 

53 

I   ( )  Saviour,  is  Thy  promise  fled  ? 
Nor  longer  might  Thy  grace  endure 
To  heal  the  sick,  and  raise  the  dead. 
And  preach  the  Gospel  to  the  poor  ?   ' 


2  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  return  again  ; 

With   brighter    beam     Thy   servants 
bless. 

Who  long  to  feel  Thy  perfect  reign. 

And  share  Thy  kingdom's  happiness! 

3  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  and  as  of  yore 
The  prophet  went  to  clear  Thy  way, 
A  harbinger  Thy  feet  before, 

A  dawning  to  Thy  brighter  day  : 

4  So  now  may    grace,   with    heavenly 

shower. 

Our  stony  hearts  for  truth  prepare  ; 

Sow  in  our  souls  the  seed  of  power. 

Then  come  and  reap    Thy  harvest 
there. 

54 

r    In  that  dim  and  awful  day, 
When  the  world  shall  pass  away. 
What  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 

2  Not  alone,  but  one  with  Thee, 
In  Thy  true  humanity. 
Saviour,  let  my  portion  be  ! 

3  At  that  awful  judgment-tide, 
Rock  of  ages,  let  me  hide 
Deep  within  Thy  wounded  side  ! 

55 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lonl, 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  His  fj^ate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  Hame  ; 
Oird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  sight. 
For  awful  is  His  Name. 


^ihc  Hol|)  (T'bost. 


23 


3  Watch  !  't  is  your  Lord's  coniinaiui; 
And  while  we  speak  He's  near  ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  iiand, 
And  rcatly  all  appear. 


4  Oil  happy  scr\aiU  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


And  ill  the  Holy  Ghost  ^  the  Lord  ami  Giver  of  life  ;  Who  proceedeth 
from  the  Father  and  the  Son  ;  Who  ivitJi  the  Father  and  the  Son 
together  is  luorshipped  and  glorified ;  Who  spake  by  the  prophets. 
And  one  Holy  Catholic  and  Apostolic  Church  ;  We  acknowledge  one 
baptism  for  the  remission  of  sins.  Nicene  Ckued. 


50 

1  Spirit  of  truth,  on  this  Thy  day, 

To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  jj^uide  us  throu<;h  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  We  ^sk  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame. 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  Thy  praises  to  proclaim 
With  fervor  in  our  own. 

3  No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear. 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share  ; 
Yet  hope  to  feel  Thy  comfort  near, 
And  bless  Thee  in  our  prayer. 

4  When    tongues     shall     cease,     and 

power  decay, 
And  knowledge  empty  prove. 
Do    Thou    Thy  trembling  servants 
stay 
With  faith  and  hope  and  love. 


57 

Veni  Sanch'  Spiridts. 

1  Holy  Spirit,  come  we  pray  ; 
Pour  on  us  the  heavenly  ray 

Of  Thy  splendor  pure  and  bright! 
Come,  O  Father  of  the  poor, 
Come,  O  Benefactor  sure, 

Come,    Thou    of    our   hearts    the 
Light  ! 

2  Of  all  Comforters  the  best, 
To  our  souls  a  welcome  (lucst. 

Hear  Refreshment,  ever  sweet  ; 
In  our  weariness.  Repose, 
Solace  amid  tearful  woes, 

Shelter  from  the  burning  heat. 

3  O  Thou   Light  most  blessed,  shine  ! 
To  its  depths  with  life  divine 

Fill  each  heart  that  turns  to  Thee! 
Without  Thy  divinity. 
Nought  in  man  can  ever  be, 

Nought  but  sin  and  misery. 


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^hc  Iol»j  (fihost. 


4  What  is  sordid  cleanse  again, 
What  is  barren  wet  with  rain, 

W^hat  is  wounded  heal,  we  pray  ; 
What  is  stubborn  help  to  bow, 
What  is  frozen  cherish  Thou, 

W^hat  is  lost  lead  in  Thy  way  ! 

5  Unto  Thine,  who  faithful  be, 
Thine  who  put  all  trust  in  Thee, 

Give  Thy  sevenfold  gift  of  grace; 
Give  them  constancy's  reward. 
Give  them  full  salvation,  Lord, 

Give  them  joy  for  endless  days  ! 


U'^ 


58 


1  Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite  I 
Shine  upon  our  nature's  night 
With  Thy  blessed  inward  light, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

2  We  are  sinful,  cleanse  us.  Lord  ; 
We  are  faint,  'I'hy  strength  afford  ; 
Lost,  until  by  Thee  restored. 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

3  Like  the  dew  Thy  peace  distil ; 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will. 
Tilings  of  Christ  unfolding  still. 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

4  In  us,  for  us,  intercede, 

And  with  voiceless  groanings  plead 
Our  unutterable  need, 
Conif(jrter  Divine  ! 

5  In  us  "  Abba,  Father,"  cry, 
l'2arnest  of  our  bliss  on  high. 
Seal  of  immortality, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 


6  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God, 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road 
To  the  height  of  Thine  abode, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

1  Spirit  of  faith  come  down. 

Reveal  the  things  of  God, 
And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 
And  witness  with  the  blood. 

2  No  one  can  truly  say 

That  jesus  is  the  Lord, 
Unless   Thou  take  the  veil  away, 
And  breathe  the  living  word. 

3  Then,  only  then,  we  feel 

Our  interest  in  His  blood. 
And  cry,  with  joy  unspeakable, 
"  Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God  !" 

4  Oh  that  the  world  might  know 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 
Spirit  of  faith,  descend,  and  show 
The  virtue  of  His  Name. 

60 

1  By  Jacob's  ancient  well 

Sat  Jesus,  long  ago  ; 
The  water-bearer  heard  Him  tell 
Where  living  waters  flow. 

2  The  beggar,  day  by  day, 

Sat  in  a  hopeless  night. 
Until  the  Master  passed  that  way 
And  said,  "  Receive  thy  sight  !" 

3  The  Gentile  mother  craved 

A  crumb  of  healing  power  ; 

The  child  foi  whom  she  prayed,  was 
saved 

That  very  self-same  hour. 


i^hv  Hull)  ([tl^osf, 


25 


4  Beside  Hethesda's  pool, 

He  to  the  palsied  saiil, 
Before  he  prayed  to  l)c  iiiaik-  whole: 
"  Rise,  and  take  up  liiy  l>*-'d  !" 

5  "  O  Lord,  remember  me," 

The  dyin*;  robber  cries  : — 
"  This    day,"    saith    Jesus,    "thou 
shah  be 
With  Me  in  I'aradise."       . 

01 

1  Oh  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 

Or\  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Hath  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  (lod  ! 

Behold  the  open  door  I 
Oh  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest  ; 
And  every  longing  satisfied. 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

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KoTTor  Tf  Kid  Kafiarov. 

1  Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 

Art  thou  sore  distrest  ? 
Come  to  Me,  saith  One,  and  coming, 
Be  at  rest  ! 

2  Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If   He  be  my  Guide  ? 

In  His   feet  and  hands  are  wound- 
prints 

And  His  side. 


3  Is  there  diadem  as  Monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns? 
\  ea  a  crown  in  very  surely, 
l)Ut,  of  (horns. 

4  If  1  lind  Ilini,  if  I  follow, 

What  His  guerdon  here? 
Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor. 
Many  a  tear. 

5  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last? 
Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  passed. 

6  If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me 

Will  He  say  me  nay  ? 
Not   though   earth,  and    not  though 
heaven. 
Pass  away. 

7  Finding,  following,  keeping,   strug- 

Is  He  sure  to  bless? 
Saints,  Apostles,  Prophets,  Martyrs, 
Answer  :   \'es  ! 

03 

1  Behold  !  a  Stranger's  at  the  door  ! 
He     gently    knocks,     has    knocked 

before. 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still  ; 
N'ou  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  But  will  Pie  prove  a  Friend  indeed? 
He  will,  the  very  Friend   you  neetl  ; 
The  Man  of  Nazareth,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

3  Oh  lovely  attitude  !   He  stands 
With  melted  heart  and  laiien  hands  ! 


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(^hc  IjJoli)  (ghost. 


Oh    matchless    kindness !    and    He 

shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes  ! 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  Heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  Him,  ere  His  anger  burn  ; 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  Him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand. 
When    at    His    door    denied    you'll 

stand. 

1  O  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  from  me. 

Who  lie  in  woeful  state. 

Lamenting  all  my  sinful  life. 

Before  Thy  mercy-gate  : 

2  A  gate  that  opens  wide  to  those 

That  do  lament  their  sin  ; 
Shut  not  that  gate  against  me.  Lord, 
But  let  me  enter  in. 

3  And  call  me  not  to  strict  account 

How  I  have  sojourned  here  ; 
For  then  my  guilty  conscience  knows 
How  vile  I  shall  appear. 

4  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  ask  ; 

This  is  my  humble  prayer  ; 
For  mercy.  Lord,  is  all  my  suit, 
Oh  let  'I'hy  mercy  spare. 

05 

I  Jesus,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  l<"rienil ; 
As  such  I  look  to  Thee  ; 
Now  in  the  fulness  of  Thy  love, 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 


2  Remember  Thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary  ; 
Remember  all  Thy  dying  groans. 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  1  hou  wondrous  Advocate  with  Ciod, 

I  yield  myself  to  Thee  ; 

While    1"hou    art    sitting    on    Thy 
throne, 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  Lord,  I  am  guilty,  I  am  vile, 

But  Thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then  in  Thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

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1  Heal  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  stand, 

Waiting  to  feel   Thy  touch  ; 

To  wounded  souls  stretch  forth  Thy 
hand  ; 

Blest  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2  Remember  him  who  once  applied 

With  trembling  for  relief  ; 
"Lord,  I  believe," with  tearshe cried, 
"  Oh,  help  my  unbelief  !" 

3  She,  too,  who  touched  Thee  in  the 

press, 

And  healing  virtue  stole, 

W^as    answered:    "Daughter,  go  in 
peace, 

Thy  faith  hath  made  ihee  whole." 

4  Like   her,  with   hopes  and  fears  we 

come 

To  touch   Thee  if  we  may  ; 
Oh,  send  us  not  despairing  home. 
Send  none  unhealed  away. 


$hc  :iHolu  (IJhofit. 


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0)7 


1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy- seat 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  I  lis  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  'Ihy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  1  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee. 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  Shield  and  Ilidingplace, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
Add  tell  him,  Thou  hast  died  ! 

08 

'  iTfOol'  y?,^VKv-aTe 

1  Jesus,  Name  all  names  above, 

Jesus,  best  and  dearest  ; 
Jesus,  Fount  of  perfect  love, 

Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest  ; 
Jesus,  source  of  grace  completest, 
Jesus  purest,  Jesus  sweetest, 

Jesus,  Well  of  power  divine, 

Make  me,  keep  me,  seal  me  Thine! 

2  Thou  didst  call  the  prodigal  : 

Thou  didst  pardon  Mary  : 
Thou  whose  words  can  never  fall. 

Love  can  never  vary  : 
Lord,  to  heal  my  lost  condition 


Give — for  Thou  canst  give — contri- 
tion ; 
Thou  canst  |)ard()n  all  mine  ill. 
If   Thou  wilt  ;  Oh,  say:  "  I  will  !" 

3  Jesus,  crowned  with  thorns  for  me, 

Scourged  for  my  transgression. 
Witnessing,  through  agony. 

That   Thy  good  confession  ; 
Jesus,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 
F'or  my  evils  making  payment  ; 

Let  not  all  Thy  woe  and  pain, 

Let  not  Calvary,  be  in  vain  I 

4  When  I  reach  death's  bitter  sea. 

And  its  waves  roll  higher. 
Help  the  more  forsaking  me 

As  the  storm  draws  nigher  : 
Jesus,  leave  me  not  to  languish. 
Helpless,  hopeless,  full  of  anguish. 

Tell  me: — "  Verily  I  say. 

Thou  shalt  be  with  Me  to-day  !" 

69 

1  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love, 

W^e  Thy  kindest  call  obey  ; 
Faithful  let  Thy  mercies  prove, 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

2  Weary  of  this  war  \>ithin. 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife. 
Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin. 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life  : 

3  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief. 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burilened  with  this  unbelief. 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God  : 


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4  Lo,  we  come  to  Thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  Thou  art : 
Now  our  weary  souls  release, 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

70 

1  Miracle  of  heavenly  kindness. 

Love  and  pity  !  can  it  be  ! 
Jesus  waiting  !  in  my  blindness, 

Never  saw  I  it  was  He 
Knocking  at  my  door  until 
I  should  answer  ;  knocking  still  ! 

2  And  yet,  it  hath  seemed  so  often 

It  could  be  no  human  hand. 
Heart  of  stone  !  that  did  not  soften, 

Suffered  Him  without  to  stand. 
Did  not  rise  and  let  Him  in. 
Foolish,  wretched  heart  of  sin  ! 

3  Woe  is  me  for  such  behaviour  ; 

What,  if  He  had  turned  away  ! 
Oh,  but  enter,  patient  Saviour, 

Enter  in  this  very  day  ; 
I  will  sit  at  Thy  dear  feet 
Tears  of  love  Thy  love  will  greet  ' 

71       ^-'^- 

1  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 
Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee  ; 
When  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  w^e  lift  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
Oh,  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below. 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany  ! 

2  By  Thy  helpless  infant  years. 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears, 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness, 


By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power  ; 
Turn,  oh,  turn  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany  ! 

3  By  the  sacred  griefs  that  wept 
O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept, 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode, 

By  the  anguished  sigh  that  told 
Treachery  lurked  within  Thy  fold. 
From  Thy  seat  above  the  sky, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany  ! 

4  By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair. 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer. 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn, 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  Sacrifice, 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry. 
Hear  our  solemn  litany  ! 

5  By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan, 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone, 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  (lod. 

Oh,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored. 
Mighty,  reascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  litany  ! 

72 

1  Have  mercy.  Lord,  on  me, 

As  Thou  wert  ever  kind  ; 
Let  me,  opprest  with  loads  of  guilt, 
Th)-  wonted  nuTcy  find. 

2  Wash  off  m\  foul  offence, 

And  cleanse  ane  from  my  sin  ; 

For  I  confess  my  crime,  and  see 

How  great  my  guilt  has  been. 


^hc  moll)  (^hofif. 


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3  The  joy  Thy  favor  gfives 
Let  me  again  obtain, 
And  Thy  free  Spirit's  firm  support 
My  fainting  soul  sustain, 

1  I  am  coming  to  the  cross  ; 

I  am  p<K)r,  and  weak,  and  blind  ; 
I  am  counting  all  but  dross  ; 
I  shall   Thy  salvation  find. 

Chorus. 

I  am  coming  now  to  Thee, 
Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
Humbly  at   Thy  cross  I  bow, 
Jesus,  Master,  save  mo  now. 

2  Lord,  1  give  my  all  to  Thee — 

Friends,    and    time,    and    earthly 
store  ; 
Soul  and  body  Thine  to  be, 
Wholly  Thine,  forever  more. 

3  In  Thy  promises  I  trust  ; 

Now  I  feel  Thy  blood  applied  ; 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust ; 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 

74 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 

But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And   that  Thou   bid'st  me  come  to 
Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  Cod,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  ran  cleanse 

each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  Cod,  I  come  ! 


3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt. 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 

()  Lamb  of  Cod,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  1  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
\'ea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  Cod,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am.    Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,    re- 
lieve ; 

Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  Cod,  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  T  am, —  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down, — 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea.  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  Cod,  I  come  ! 

1  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  Cod  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load  : 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious. 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

* 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fulness  dwells  in  Him  ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases. 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases. 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 


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^he  l^ohj  (|Jbost. 


3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 
11  is  riji^ht  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline  : 
I  love  the  Name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  Name  abroad  is  poured. 

76 

1  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

T  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  : 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep. 

The  Father  sought  His  child  ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  : 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound   me  with   the   bands  of 
love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is  ; 

'T  was  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'T  was    He  that  washed   me   in  His 
blood, 
'T  was  He  that  made  me  whole  : 
'T  was  He  that  sought  the  lost. 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep  ; 
'T  was  He   that   brought   me  to  the 
fold, 
'T  is  He  that  stil!  doth  keep. 


4  No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled, 
I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 

1  love  the  peaceful  fold  : 
No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam  ; 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  His  home  ! 

77 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamlj  of  Calvar)% 

Saviour  Divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away. 
Oh  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine. 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
( )h  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

He   Thou  my  (iuide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day. 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  l<n'e, 
F'ear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
Oh  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 


t^hv  l^o\\]  ([{host. 


78 

1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Come  unto  Me  and  rest  ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  My  breast." 

2  T  came  to  Jesus  as  T  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  ; 

I  found  in  Hini  a  restinj^-place, 

And  He  lias  made  me  j^lad. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  g-ive 
The  living  water  ;  thirsty  one. 
Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 

4  I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life  giving  stream  ; 

My   thirst   was   quenched,  my  soul 
revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

5  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  Light  ; 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise. 
And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 

6  I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  Light  of  life  Lll  walk 
Till  all  my  journey's  done. 

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I   Saviour  gentle,  Saviour  lowly. 
Meek  and  quiet  Lamb  of  God, 

Thou,  with  patience  pure  and  holy, 
Sorrow's  dreary  way  hast  trod  ; 

By  thy  cross  of  agony, 

Lord  of  love,  remember  me  ! 


2  'I'hou  didst  pray  in  bitter  anguish, 

Prostrate  in  (Jethsemane  ; 
Thou  upon  the  cross  didst  languish; 

Lord  of  love,  remember  me  ! 
By  Thy  cross  of  agony, 

Lord  of  love,  remember  me  ! 

3  Saviour  mighty.  Saviour  glorious, 

Thou  art  crowned  with  thorns  no 
more  ; 
Lord  and  Leader,  all-victorious, 

Heaven  and  earth  Thy  Name  adore 
By  Thy  crown  of  victory. 

Lord  of  life,  remember  me  ! 

4  Thine  the  kingdom  is  forever. 

Thine  all  might  and  majesty. 
Death,  again,  can  hurt  Thee,  never  ! 

Lord  of  life,  remember  me  ! 
By  Thy  crown  of  victory. 

Lord  of  life,  remember  me  ! 


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1  Abide    with    me  !     Fast    falls    the 

eventide  ; 

The  darkness  deepens  ;  Lord,  with 
me  abide  ! 

When  other  helpers  fail,  and  com- 
forts flee, 

Help  of  the  helpless,  oh  abide  with 
me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little 

day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow   dim,   its  glories 

pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 
O  Thou   who   changest    not,    abide 

with  me  ! 


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3  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing 

hour  ; 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil   the 

tempter's  power  ? 
Who   Hke    Thyself    my  Guide   and 

Stay  can  be  ? 
Through    cloud   and    sunshine,    oh 

abide  with  me  ! 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to 

bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no 

bitterness  : 
Where    is    death's    sting  ?     where, 

grave,  thy  victory  ? 
1  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with 

me  ! 

5  Hold    then    Thy   cross   before   my 

closing  eyes  ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point 

me  to  the  skies  ; 
Heaven's      morning     breaks,      and 

earth's  vain  shadows  flee  : 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with 

me  ! 

81 

1  More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ  ! 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 
Hear  Thou  the  prayer  I  make 

On  bended  knee  ; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea  : 
More  love,  O  Christ  !  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  'J'hee  ! 

2  Once,  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest  ; 
Now  Thee  alone  I  seek — 
Give  what  is  best  ; 


This  all  my  prayer  shall  be  : 
More  love,  O  Christ  !  to  Thee, 
More  love  to  Thee  ! 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work. 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengers. 

Sweet  their  refrain. 
When  they  can  sing  with  me. 
More  love,  O  Christ  !  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  Thy  praise  ; 
This  be  the  parting  cry 

My  heart  shall  raise. 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be  : 
More  love,  O  Christ  !  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 


82 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  no  want 

shall  I  know  ; 
I    feed   in   green   pastures  ;   safe 
folded  I  rest  ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still 
waters  flow. 
Restores     me    when    wandering, 
redeems  when  oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of 

death  though  I  stray, 
Since    Thou  art  my  Guardian,  no 
evil  I  fear  ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  Thy  staff 
be  my  stay  ; 
No  harm  can  befall  with  my  Com- 
forter near. 


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3  In  the  mijdst  of  affliction  my  table  is 

spread  ; 
With    blessings   unmeasured    my 
cup  runneth  o'er  ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  Thou  anoint- 
est  my  head  ; 
Oh,  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  pro- 
vidence more  ? 

4  I  ,et  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bounti- 

ful God  ! 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  T  meet 
Thee  above  ; 
I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  fore- 
fathers trod, 

Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn, 
Thy  kingdom  of  love. 


8:^ 

1  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul. 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past  ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh  receive  my  soul  at  last  ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee; 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed. 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing  ! 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer? 
Lo  !  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall  ! 
Lo  !  on  Thee  I  cast  mv  care  ! 


Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand  ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive, 
Hoping  against  hope,  I  stand. 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live  ! 

4  I'hou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want  ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind! 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  Name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am. 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

5  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  ! 
Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art. 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart. 

Rise  to  all  eternity  ! 

84 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
Even  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me. 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  (jod,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer. 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me. 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Vet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 


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^he  Mo\\]  (jihost. 


3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly. 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

85 

1  Full  of  trembling  expectation, 

Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more, 
Author,  God  of  my  salvation, 

I  Thy  timely  aid  implore  ; 
Suffering  Son  of  Man  be  near  me. 

All  my  sufferings  to  sustain  ; 
By  Thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me. 

By  'I'hy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

• 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 

In  Thy  days  of  flesh  beUnv, 
When  Thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 
Under  a  whole  world  of  woe  : 


When  Thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 
Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 

Burthened  with  a  wounded  spirit. 
Bruised  by  all  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  By  Thy  most  severe  temptation, 

In  that  dark,  satanic  hour. 
By  Thy  last,  mysterious  passion. 

Screen  me  from  the  adverse  power; 
By  Thy  fainting  in  the  garden. 

By  Thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray. 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon. 

Take  my  sins  and  fear  away. 

86 

1  Open,  Lord,  my  inward  ear, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
Bid  my  quiet  spirit  hear 

Thy  comfortable  voice  ; 
Never  in  the  whirlwind  found. 
Or  where  earthquakes  rock  the  place. 
Still  and  silent  is  the  sound, 

The  whisper  of  Thy  grace. 

2  From  the  world  of  sin,  and  noise, 

y\nd  hurry,  I  withdraw  ; 
For  the  small  and  inward  voice 

I  wait,  with  humble  awe  : 
Silent  am  I  now,  and  still  ; 
Dare  not  in  Thy  presence  move  ; 
To  my  waiting  soul  reveal 

The  secret  of  Thy  love. 

3  Thou  didst  undertake  for  me  ; 

For  me  to  death  wast  sold  ; 
Wisdom  in  a  mystery 

Of  bleeding  love  unfold  ; 
Teach  the  lesson  of  Thy  cross  ; 
Let  me  die,  with  Thee  to  reign  ; 
All  things  let  me  count  but  loss 

So  I  may  Thee  regain  ! 


t\^h^^   lol.J    ^«husl. 


35 


87 

I    Lead,  kiiuily  I-i.^ht,  aniiil  the  cncir- 
clinj^  ^looni, 
Lead  Tliou  me  on  ! 
'I'he  ni^ht  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from 
home, 
Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
Keep  Thou  my   feet  ;   T  do   not  ask 

to  see 
The  distant  scene  ;  one  step  enough 
for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that 

Thou 
Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ; 
but  now, 
Tead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loveil  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of 

fears. 
Pride   ruled    my    will.      Remember 
not  past  years  ! 

3  So  long   Thy  power  has  blest  me, 

sure  it  still 
Will  leatl  me  on, 
O'er    moor  and    fen,  o'er   crag  and 
torrent,  till 
The  night  is  gone  ; 
And    with    the  morn    those   angel- 
faces  smile. 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and 
lost  awhile  ! 

4  Meanwhile,  along  the  narrow  rugged 

path 
Thyself  hast  trod. 
Lead,    Saviour,    lead    me    home    in 
childlike  faith. 


1  lome  to  my  (Wxl  ! 
To  rest  forever  after  earthly  strife, 
In  the  calm  light  of  everlasting  life. 


88 

I    Still  with  Thee,  O  my  (lod, 
I  would  desire  to  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee  : 


2  With  Thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care  ; 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  Thee,  my  God,  in  prayer  : 

3  With  Thee,  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart, 
To   hear    Thy    voice,    'mid    clamor 
loud. 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart  : 

4  W^ith  Thee,  w  hen  day  is  done. 

And  evening  calms  the  mind  ; 
The  setting  as  the  rising  sun 

With  Thee  mv  heart  would   fintl. 


5  WMth  Thee,  when  darkness  brings 

The  signal  of  repose. 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings. 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close. 

6  With  Thee,  in  Thee,  by  faith 

Abiding  I  would  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 


30 


(^hc  iUolu  Qthost. 


81) 

1  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and 

fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here  ; 
Weary   and    weak.    Thy    grace   we 

pray  ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away! 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and 

pain  ; 

Long  have  we  sought  Thy  rest  in 
vain  ; 

Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 

Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest- 
tost  : 

Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay  ; 

Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away! 

90 

1  Begone   unbelief  !    my    Saviour    is 

near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear; 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and   He 

will  perform  ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at 

the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  He 

is  my  Guide, 

'T  is  mine  to  obey,  't  is  His  to  pro- 
vide ; 

Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and 
creatures  all  fail. 

The  word  I  le  has  spoken  shall  surely 
prevail. 


3  Determined    to   save,    He    watched 

o'er  my  path. 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported 

with  death  ; 
And  can  He  have  taught  me  to  trust 

in  His  Name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to 

put  me  to  shame  ? 

4  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or 

distress, 

Temptation  or   pain  ?    He  told  me 

no  less  ; 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from 

His  word. 
Through  much  tribulation  must  fol- 
low their  Lord. 

5  How  bitter  that  cup  no  heart  can 

conceive 

Which  He  drank  quite  up,  that  sin- 
ners might  live. 

His  way  was  much  rougher,  and 
darker  than  mine ; 

Did  Jesus  thus  suffer,  and  shall  I 
repine  ? 

6  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for 

my  good. 

The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine, 
food  ; 

Though  painful  at  present,  't  will 
cease  before  long. 

And  then,  oh  how  pleasant,  the  con- 
queror's song  ! 

91 

I  Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers 
affright  ; 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and 
foes  all  unite  ; 


^iho    Hoi'.)    (f.host. 


37 


Yet  one  thing   secures   us,  wluilever 

betide  ; 
The  Scripture  assures  us,  the  Lord 

will  provide. 

2  The   birds,    without   barn  or   store- 

house, are  fed  ; 
From   them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for 

our  bread  ; 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er 

be  denied  ; 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  the  Lord  will 

provide. 

3  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests 

be  tossed 
On  perilous  deeps,    but    cannot  be 

lost ; 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and 

the  tide, 
The  promise  engages,  the  Lord  will 

provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abram  of  old, 
Not   knowing   our   way,    but    faith 

makes  us  bold  ; 
For,  though  we  be  strangers,  we  have 

a  good  Guide, 
And   trust  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord 

will  provide. 

1  Oft,  like  the  Psalmist,  do  we  cry : 
Oh  that  a  dove's  swift  wings  had  I  ; 
Where  evil  could  no  more  molest, 
I'd  fly  away  and  be  at  rest. 

2  Can  rest  on  earth  be  ever  found  ? 
Mine  ear   hath   caught   a  winsome 

sound  : 
"  O  heavy-laden,  come  to  me, 
I,  only,  will  give  rest  to  thee." 


3  I  know  the  voice  of  ilini  I  love, — 
The  Friend  all  other  friends  above, — 
I  come  to  Him  ;  so  ends  my  ([uest. 
Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest  ! 

4  Didst  Thou  not  make  me  for   Thine 

own. 
Light  in  Thy  light  to  see  alone, 
And  restless  evermore  to  be, 
Till  I  should  find  my  rest  in  Thee  ! 

5  Thine  easy  yoke,  O  Christ,  I  take. 
Thyself  my  true  Yokefellow  make. 
I  ask  no  more  ;  supremely  blest. 
Mine  is  at  length  the  perfect  rest.^    ^y 

93 

1  O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be, 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest  ; 
And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above, 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love. 

Is  working  for  the  best ! 

2  Could  we  but  kneel  and  cast  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God  ; 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer. 
Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 

Will  hear  in  that  we  fear  ! 

3  We  cannot  trust  Him  as  we  should  ; 
So   chafes    weak    nature's    restless 

mood 
To  cast  its  peace  away  ; 
But   birds  and    flowerets  round   us 

preach; 
All,  all,  the  present  evil  teach 

Sufficient  for  the  day. 


38 


^hc  ^tlulij   (jihost. 


4  Lord,    make    these   faithless   hearts 
of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn   from    birds  and 
flowers  ; 
Make  them  from  self  to  cease  ; 
Leave  all  things  to  a  l''ather's  will, 
And  taste,  before  Ilim  lying  still, 
E'en  in  aftliction,  peace  ! 

1  Wayworn  pilgrim,  weak  and  weary, 

Burdened  sore  with  care  and  sor- 
row. 
Stumbling  in  the  darkness  dreary, 
Dreading    what    may    come    to- 
morrow ; 
Listen  thou  !  hear  Jesus  say  : 
"  Lo,  I  am  with  you  alway  !  " 

2  Is  the  heart  within  thee  sinking 

At  the  word  to  grief  which   calls 
thee? 
Is  the  weak  flesh  trembling,  shrinking 
From  the  cross  whose  pain  appals 
thee? 
Hear  the  promise  made  to  thee: 
"  As  thy  day  thy  strength  shall 
be!" 

3  Courage  !  Christ  will  fail  thee  never; 

Wherefore  shouldst  thou  faint  or 
falter  ? 
Yesterday,  to-day,  forever 

He  the  same  is  ;  what  can  alter 
Heart  of   love  or  faithful  word, 
In  thy  loving,  living  Lord. 

4  Though    the    night    should    grimly 

darken. 
And    the    wind    go   shrieking   by 
thee. 


Through  the  tempest  only  hearken 
To  the  voice  of  Jesus  nigh  thee — 
Saying  in  the  dreadful  shade, 
"  It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

95 

1  O   Thou,  whose   filmed  and  failing 

eye, 
Ere  yet  it  closed  in  death, 
Beheld  Thy  mother's  agony 
The  shameful  cross  beneath  ! 

2  Remember  them,  like   her,  through 

whom 
The  sword  of  grief  is  driven; 
And   oh,    to   cheer   their    cheerless 

gloom, 
Be  Thy  dear  mercy  given  ! 

3  Let  Thine  own  word  of  tenderness 

Drop  on  them  from  above  ; 
Its  music  shall  the  lore  heart  bless, 
Its  touch  shall  heal  with  love  ! 

4  O  Son  of  Mary  !  Son  of  God  ! 

The  way  of  mortal  ill 
By  Thy  blest  feet  in  triumph  trod. 
Our  feet  are  treading  still  ! 

5  But   not   with  strength  like   Thine, 

we  go 
This  dark  and  dreadful  way  ; 
As  Thou  wert  strengthened  in  Thy 
woe. 
So  strengthen  us,  we  pray  ! 

96 

I  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
F'ree  from  care,  from  labor  free. 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee! 


t^hv.    Hoi  I)   (f.hust. 


;!» 


2  Thou,  Whose  all-pcrvadinij  eye 

Nought  escaj^es  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  inlinnity. 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin  ! 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee! 

4  Thou,  Who  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity  ; 
Then  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ! 

07 

1  Sun  of  my  soul.  Thou  Saviour  dear. 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near  ; 
Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise. 
To  hide   Thee   from   Thy  servant's 

eyes  ! 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep. 
Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve. 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh. 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  Oh,  by  Thine  own  sad  burthen,  borne 
So  meekly  up  the  the  hill  of  scorn, 
Teach  Thou  my  soul  her  daily  cross 
To  bear  as  Thine,  nor  count  it  loss. 


5  If    some    poor    wandering   child    of 

Thine 

Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  di- 
vine. 

Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin; 

Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

6  Watch  by  the  sick,  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless 

store  ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night. 
Like    infants'    slumbers,    pure   and 

light  ! 

98 

1  Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go  ; 
Thy  word  into  our  minds  instil  ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to 

glow 
With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light  ! 

2  The  day  is  gone,  its  hours  have  run, 
And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all. 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won. 
The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light  ! 

3  I'or  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad. 
The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call  ; 
Oh  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad  ; 
Thou  art  our  Jesus,  and  our  All. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light  ! 


40 


$he  l$o\\}  ^rhost. 


99 

1  Cheerful  Light  of  holy  glory, 

Christ,  the  Eternal  Father's  Son  ! 
At  the  sunset  we  adore  Thee, 
Holy,  Heavenly,  Blessed  One  ! 

2  As  the  vesper  light  falls  o'er  us, 

And  forth  come  the  heavenly  host, 
God,  to  Thee  we  sing  in  chorus. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  ! 

3  Thou  art  worthy,  now  and  ever, 

Of  glad  voices  praising  Thee  ; 
Son  of  God,  of  life  the  Giver, 
Let  the  world  Thy  glory  see. 


/^ 


■^/t- 


100 


1  Oh  happy  day,  that  stays  my  choice 

On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice. 
And  tell  its  rapture  all  abroad. 

2  Oh  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house, 

While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'T  is  done ;  the  great  transaction's 

done  ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Glad  to  obey  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest  ; 

With   ashes  who  would  grudge  to 
part. 

When  called  on  angels'  bread  to 
feast  ? 


5   High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn 
vow, 
That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

101 

1  O  Lord  our  King,  the  holy  sign 
That  we  thereafter  should  be  Thine, 
Was  traced  upon  our  infant  brow  ; 
And  shall  we  fear  to  own  it  now  ? 

2  O  God  forbid  !  before  the  vain. 
The  proud,  the  scoffing,  the  profane, 
We  will,  through  grace,  our   Lord 

confess,  » 

His  faint  but  faithful  witnesses. 

3  Smile  on  us,  I>ord,  and  we  will  fear 
Nor  scorn,  nor  shame,  while  Thou 

art  near  ! 
Reproach  is  glory,  suffering  rest. 
If  borne  for  Thee,  if  by  Thee  blest. 

4  Great  Judge  of  all,  in  that  dread  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  flee 

away, 
Before  the  universe,  confess 
Thy  faint,  but  faithful  witnesses  ! 

102 

1  Come,  ever  blessed  Spirit,  come. 
And  make  Thy  servants'  hearts  Thy 

home  ; 
Thus  consecrated.  Lord,  to  Thee, 
May  each  a  living  temple  be. 


tphe   Woli)  (fdiost. 


I  I 


2  Arm    these    'I'hy    soldiers,    mighty 

Lord, 
With    shield  of    faith,  and    Spirit's 

sworci  ; 
Forth  to  the  battle  may  they  go. 
And  boldly  li*;ht  against  the  foe  : 

3  With  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
Oh  may  they  overcome  the  world  ; 
And  so  at  last  receive  from  Thee 
The  palm  and  crown  of  victory. 

1  Lord,  forever  at  Thy  side 

Let  my  place  and  portion  be  ; 
Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 

All  Thy  Spirit  hath  revealed  ; 
Thou  hast  spoken,  I  believe, 

Though  the  prophecy  were  sealed. 

3  Quiet  as  a  weaned  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast. 
By  no  subtlety  beguiled. 

On  Thy  faithful  word  1  rest. 

4  Saints,  rejoicing  evermore, 

In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust ; 
Him  in  all  His  ways  adore, 
Wise,  and  wonderful  and  just. 

104 

I  Thine  forever  !  God  of  love. 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above  ; 
Thine  forever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 


2  Thine  forever  !  Lord  of  life, 
Shiekl  us  through  the  earthly  strife  ; 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Ouide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

3  Thine  forever  !  oh,  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  Rest  ; 
Saviour,  Guardian,  Heavenly  Friend, 
Oh,  defend  us  to  the  end. 

4  Thine  forever  !  Saviour  keep 
These    Thy    frail    and     trembling 

sheep  ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 
Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

5  Thine  forever  !  Thou  our  (Juide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven. 
Lead  us.  Lord,  from  earth  to  heaven. 


105 

1  Fm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  His  cause. 
Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 
The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  His  Name 

His  Name  is  all  my  trust  ; 
Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm    as    His  throne    His  promise 

stands, 
And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  His  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 


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t^hii    iiiolij    (|(l)08t. 


4  Then    will    He  own    my   worthless 
name 
Before  His  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

100 

Pug7iate  Christi  niilitcs. 

1  To  arms  ye  Christian  soldiers  ! 

Stand  firmly  in  the  faith, 
And  listen  to  your  Leader, 

What  cheery  words  He  saith  ; 
No  frail  nor  fading  palm-branch 

Will  He  His  soldiers  give, 
But  in  the  light  immortal 

They  blissfully  shall  live. 

2  For  them  the  house  eternal 

Shall  drop  its  golden  bars, 
And  they  shall  walk  in  glory 

On  pavement  of  the  stars. 
The  world  can  offer  only 

A  bauble  for  its  prize  ; 
In  endless  life  and  glory 

Their  home  and  honor  lies. 

3  We  worship  Thee,  O  Father, 

Thy  hand  will  give  the  crown  ! 
And  Thee  O  Christ  our  Saviour, 

Our  Leader  of  renown  ! 
To  Thee  O  Holy  Spirit, 

Our  homage  we  renew  ! 
With  Thy  dear  grace  to  help  us. 

We  will  come  safely  through. 

107  ^'^  '/^'  </> 

I   Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
Ve  soldiers  of  the  cross  ! 
Lift  high  1 1  is  royal  banner. 
It  must  not  suffer  loss  : 


From  victory  unto  victory 
His  army  shall  He  lead, 

Till  every  foe  is  vanquished. 
And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 


2  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

The  trumpet-call  obey  ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  His  glorious  day: 
"  Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  Him  " 

Against  unnumbered  foes  ; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger. 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

3  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Stand  in  His  strength  alone  ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you. 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor. 

And  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls  or  danger, 

Be  never  wantincr  there. 

4  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long  ; 
This  dav  the  noise  of  battle. 

The  next  the  victor's  song  : 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 
He  with  the  King  of  glory 

Shall  reign  eternally. 

108 

I   For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Who  strove  in  Thee  to  live, 
Who  followed  Thee,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 


(5)hc  Holi)   (phost. 


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2  For  all   Thy  saints,  C)  Lord, 

Accept  our  thankful  cry, 
Who  counted  Thee  their  great  Re- 
ward , 
And  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 

3  They  all,  in  life  or  death, 

With  Thee,  their  Lord,  in  view, 
Learned    from    Thy     Holy    Spirit's 
breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this.  Thy  Name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  we 
May  follow  them  in  holiness. 
And  live  and  die  in  Thee. 

109 

1  What  are  these  in  brig^ht  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day. 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  : 
*'  W^orthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain. 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power. 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  ever)'  hour  !  " 

2  These  through  fier)-  trials  trod. 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  (iod. 

Sealed  with  His  Almighty  Name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand. 
Through     their    dear      Redeemer's 
might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand, 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown. 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne. 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 


Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs  ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fear  ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear. 

110 

1  Mizpah  I  Ciod  be  the  Watcher 

Whene'er  our  ways  divide. 
And  thine  go  to  the  one  hand. 

Mine  to  the  other  side. 
And  yet,  though  far  asunder 

Thy  way  and  mine  may  be, 
(lod,  in  His  sleepless  mercy. 

Keep  watch  'twixt  thee  and  me. 

2  Whatever  may  befall  thee. 

In  sunshine  or  in  rain  ; 
In  gladness  or  in  sadness. 

In  pleasure  or  in  pain  ; 
By  day  God's  hand  defend  thee, 

By  night  His  angels  make 
Their  camp  around  thy  dwelling. 

Until  the  morning  break. 

3  When  thou  art  faint  and  wear)-. 

When  thou  hast  gone  astray. 
The  hand  of  the  Good  Shepherd 

Restore  thee  to  the  way. 
Whatever  cross  thou  bearest, 

Ciod  make  it  to  bear  thee  ; 
The  Lord,  with  thee  forever. 

Thy  Cheer  and  Comfort  be. 

4  If  He  shall  be  thy  Watcher, 

And  in  His  hand  keep  thine. 
No  evil  can  befall  thee. 

The  care  of  love  divine. 
And  when  the  journey's  over. 

Then,  safe  at  home,  we'll  say, 
' T  wasa  good  watchword  :   Mizpah  ! 

For  pilgrims  in  the  way. 


LA  I 


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Ill 

0  Jesti  Christ  mein  Schontes  Licht. 

1  Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,   no  tongue 

declare  ; 
Oh,  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

2  Thy  love,  how  cheering  is  its  ray  ! 
All  pain  before  its  presence  flies  ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow  melt  away, 
Where'er  its  healing  beams  arise. 

3  Oh  let  Thy  love  my  soul  inflame. 
And  to  Thy  service  sweetly  bind  ; 
Transfuse    it    through    my    inmost 

frame, 
And  mould  me  wholly  to  Thy  mind. 

4  Thy  love  in  suffering  be  my  peace  ; 
Thy   love    in   weakness    make    me 

strong  ; 
And  when   the  storms  of  life  shall 

cease, 
Thy  love  shall   be   my  heaven   and 

song. 

112 

Jcsu  diilcis  memoria. 

1  O  Jesus,  to  remember  Thee, 
Sweet  to  my  heart  will  ever  be  ! 
But  sweeter  far,  and   far  more  dear, 
To  know  that  Thou  art  always  near. 

2  More  pleasant  word  was  never  sung 
To  ravished  ear  by  dulcet  tongue. 
More   winsome   sound   no    lips  can 

frame, 
O  Son  of  God,  than  Thy  dear  Name. 


3  O  Hope  of  every  penitent 

Who  seeks  Thee  with  a  heart  intent, 
Thou   art  to  them  that  seek,   how 

kind  ! 
But  what  art  Thou  to  them  that  find! 

4  Hath  mortal  tongue  the  power  to  tell 
In  words,  the  joy  ineffable  ? 

They  only  that  have  shared  it  prove, 
Dear  Lord,  the  wonder  of  Thy  love. 

5  Then  with  me  evermore  abide. 
Make  for  me  endless  morning-tide  ; 
Drive  out  the  darkness  of  the  night. 
And    fill    the    world    with    beauty 

bright. 

113 

1  Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind. 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  : 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  Thee  ; 

Every  struggling  soul  release  ; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

2  Let  Thy  blood,  by  faith  applied. 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal  ; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal  ; 
By  Thy  passion  on  the  tree. 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary. 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

lU 

I   Lamb  of  the  cross,  Thy  one  oblation 
Hath  taken  all  our  sin  away  ; 


^llC    Mo\\)    (j'rllOst. 


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Beneath    Thy    cross    we    take   our 
station, 
Grant  us   Thy  peace,  we  humbly 
pray  ! 

2  Here    at     Thy     banquet    lift    Thy 

banner 
Of  love,  O  Christ,  above  our  head, 
The  while  we  feed  upon  the  manna, 
Thy    hand    hath    for  our  hunger 
spread  ! 

3  Thy    tender     word    of    love    once 

spoken, 
We  here  obey  all  lovingly  : 
Oft  as  this  bread  for  you  is  broken. 
So  oft,  by  it,  remember  Me  ! 

115 

1  Body  of  Jesus,  O  sweet  Food  ! 
Blood    of     my     Saviour,     precious 

Blood  ! 
On  these.  Thy  gifts,  Eternal  Priest, 
Grant  Thou  my  soul  in  faith  to  feast, 

2  Weary  and  faint,  I  thirst  and  pine 
For  Thee  my  Bread,  for   Thee   my 

Wine, 
Till  strengthened,  as  P^iijah  trod, 
I  journey  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  There  clad  in  white  with  crown  and 

palm. 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb, 
Be  mine  with  all  Thy  saints  to  rest. 
Like    him    that    leaned    upon    Thy 

breast. 


4  Saviour,  till  then  I  fain  would  know 
That  feast  above  by  this  below  ; 
This  Bread  of   Life,  this  wondrous 

Food, 
Thy  Body  and  Thy  precious  Blood. 

11(> 

Lauda  Si  on  Salvatorcm. 

1  Sion,  to  thy  Saviour  singing, 

To  thy  Prince  and  Shepherd  bringing 
Sweetest  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
Yet  thou  shalt  not  reach  the  measure 
Of  His  worth,  by  all  the  treasure 
Of  thy  most  estatic  lays  ! 
« 

2  Of  all  wonders  that  can  thrill  thee. 
And  with  adoration  fill  thee. 

What  than  this  can  greater  be. 
That  Himself  to  thee  He  giveth  ? — 
He  in  faith  that  eateth,  liveth, — 

For  the  Bread  of  Life  is  He. 

3  Fill  thy  lips  to  overflowing 

With  sweet  praise,  His  mercy  show- 
ing, 

Who  this  heavenly  table  spread. 
On  this  day  so  glad  and  holy. 
To  each  hungering  spirit  lowly 

Giveth  He  the  Living  Bread. 

4  Here   the    King    hath    spread     His 

table. 
Whereon  eyes  of  faith  are  able 

Christ  the  Passover  to  trace. 
Shadows  of  the  law  are  going. 
Light  and  life  and  truth  inflowing. 

Night  to  day  is  giving  place. 


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5  Lo,  this  angels'  food  descending 
Heavenly  love  is  hither  sending, 

Pilgrim  lips  on  earth  to  feed. 
So  the  paschal  lamb  was  given, 
So  the  manna  came  from  heaven. 

This  the  manna  is  indeed. 

6  O  good  Shepherd,  Bread  life-giving, 
Us,  thy  grace  and  life  receiving. 

Feed  and  shelter  evermore  ! 
Thou  on  earth  our  weakness  guiding. 
We  in  heaven  with  Thee  abiding, 

With  all  saints  will  Thee  adore. 

117 

0  Esca  viator um. 

1  Heavenly  food  for  men  wayfaring, 
Bread  of  angels,  they  are  sharing, 

Dew  of  manna  from  on  high, 
Hungering,  we  crave  Thy  sweetness, 
We  who  know  its  wondrous  meetness 

All  our  want  to  satisfy  ! 

2  Living  water  ever  flowing, — 
Love's  dear  fountain  health  bestow- 
ing,— 

From  the  Saviour's  very  heart  ! 
He  that  drinketh  of  thee  liveth, 
Life,  such  as  thy  cool  wave  giveth, 

Can  no  other  fount  impart. 

3  Jesus,  Who  Thy  face  most  holy 
Veilest  'neath  these  symbols  lowly. 

Thee,  unseen,  our  hearts  adore. 
Oh,  but  rend  the  veil,  and  vision 
(live  us,  open,  clear,  elysian. 

Rapturous  for  ever  more  ! 


118 

1  The   Lord's  my   Shepherd,   I'll  not 

want  ; 
He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green  ;  He  leadeth  me 
The  quiet  waters  by. 

2  My  soul  He  doth  restore  again  ; 

And  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
E'en  for  His  own  Name's  sake. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark 

vale. 
Vet  will  I  fear  none  ill  ; 
For  Thou  art  with  me,  and  Thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 

4  My  table  Thou  hast  furnished 

In  presence  of  my  foes  ; 
My  head  Thou  dost  with  oil  anoint, 
And  my  cup  overflows. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy,  all  my  life, 

Shall  surely  follow  me  ; 
And  in  (lod's  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 

119 

1  O  God  !  Thou  art  my  God  alone  ; 

Early  to  Thee  my  soul  shall  cry, 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  thirsty   land   whose  springs  are 
dry. 

2  Yet  through  this  rougli  and  thorny 

maze 
I  follow   hard  on  Thee,  my  God  ! 
Thy  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways. 
I   safely   tread    where  Thou  hast 

trod. 


Q)hc  liJoly  (|ihost. 


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3  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 
Thy  presence    makes    the  darkness 
light, 
Thy    guardian    wings  arc  round 
my  head. 

4  Better  than  life  itself,  Thy  love  ; 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me  ; 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above 
Or  what  on  earth  compared  with 
Thee? 

120 

1  When,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief. 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  Thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade  ! 

3  Within  Thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  Til  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  Tower  of  my  defence, 
The  Refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  Thy  Name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

121 

I   Thou  art  here  I  no  symbol-cloud 
Hovers  now  above  the  ark  ; 
Fallen  is  the  temple  proud. 
Desolate  the  shrine,  and  dark  : 


Vet  wherever  two  or  three 
(lather  in  Thy  faith  and  fear. 

Thou  hast  promised.  Lord,  to  be  ; 
We  believe  Thee  :  Thou  art  here  ! 

2  What  though  mortal  eye  in  vain 

Look  Thy  very  form  to  see. 
What  though  mortal  ear  may  strain 

Hopelessly  for  sound  of  Thee  ; 
Thou,  the  worshippers  that  bring 

Hearts  of  love,  art  ever  near  ; 
Lord,  no  other  offering 

Do  we  bring  Thee  :  Thou  art  here! 

3  Hither  let  the  angel  fly 

From  the  altar,  with  its  flame 
All  our  lips  to  purify. 

For  the  worship  of  Thy  Name. 
Holiness  becometh  him 

Who  would  in  Thy  house  appear : 
Help  us  like  the  seraphim 

\' eil  our  faces  :  Thou  art  here  ! . 


^ 


1  Now  the  shades  of  eventide 
Deepen  ;   Lord  with  us  abide  ! 
Light  of  everlasting  day, 
Thou  wilt  never  pass  away  ! 

2  In  Thy  lowly  human  birth. 

In  Thy  toil  and  tears  on  earth. 
Thou  the  path  of  pain  hast  trod, 
Man  to  save,  O  Son  of  God  ! 

3  Taking  to  Thyself  the  same 
Sorrow-laden  mortal  frame, 
Thou  our  human  lot  hast  known. 
Tempted,  desolate,  alone. 


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4  By  Thy  mortal  agony, 

By  Thy  piercing  dying  cry, 

By  Thy  cross,  Thy  lonely  grave, 

Master,  in  Thy  pity,  save  ! 

5  Lowly  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
On  us  let  Thy  mercy  be  ! 
In  the  darkness  to  Thy  side 
Cling  we  ;  Lord  witli  us  abide  ! 


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./r^./ 


0  Rex  glorice  Dotnine. 

1  O  (jod  the  King  of  glory.  Who 

Hast  Thy  dear  Son  exalted. 
Thy  kingdom  in  the  heavens  unto. 
Triumphant  when  assaulted  ; 

2  And  setting  Him  at  Thy  right  hand, 

hi  that  transcendent  station. 


Hast  crowned  Him  for  His  conquest 
grand, 
Lord  of  Thy  vast  creation  ; 

3  Leave  us  not  comfortless,  but  send 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  to  us. 
To  comfort,  guide,  uphold,  defend, 
And  in  Thy  life  renew  us  ! 

4  And  to  the   place  where  Christ  hath 

gone 
Oh  bring  us,  we  implore  Thee  ; 
That  we  may  look  His  glory  on, 
And  wonder  and  adore  Thee. 

5  And  evermore  where  reigneth  He 

In  all  surpassing  splendor. 
To  God  in  Holy  Trinity, 
All  worship  will  we  render  ! 


A?id  wc  look  for  the  resuircction  of  the  dead  and  the  life  of  the 
-ivo7'ld  to  come.     Amen!  nicene  creep. 


124 

1  I'm  but  a  stranger  here  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand. 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage  ! 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage  ; 


Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast  ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 

3  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side, 
Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
I  shall  be  glorified  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
There  are  the  good  and  blest. 
Those  I  love  most  and  best, 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest  ; 
Heaven  is  my  home  ! 


^hu  Boll)   Qihost. 


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125 

1  Lord  of  anjj^els,  Saviour  Jesus, 

While    'I'hy    vvatcliful     hosts    are 
near, 
Harm  or  evil  cannot  seize  us, 
Therefore  will  we  know  no  fear. 

2  Stronger  than  the  strongfest  angel 

Art  Thou,  ever  by  our  side, 

So  has  taught  us  Thine  evangel. 

In  that  faith  we  will  abide. 

3  Therefore,     though     the     shadows 

darken, 
Cheerily  we  fare  along, 
Sure,  Thine  ear  of  love  will  hearken 
While  we  sing  our  pilgrim-song. 

4  Light  of  life,  departing  never, 

Light    of    earth,    and    Light    of 
heaven. 

Earthly  suns  may  set,  but  ever 

Will  Thy  love  make  light  at  even. 

126 

Non  ce  n  est  pas  mourir. 
N'ein,  nein  das  ist  kein  sterben. 

1  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  go  unto  our  God, 
This  gloomy  earth  forsaking. 
Our  journey  homeward  taking 

Along  the  starry  road. 

2  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

Heaven's  citizen  to  be  ; 
A  crown  immortal  wearing. 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing. 

From  care  and  conflict  free. 


3  No,  no,  it  is  not  liying 

To  hear  this  gracious  word: 
"  Receive  a  Father's  blessing. 
For  evermore  possessing 
The  favor  of  Thy  Lord," 

4  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know  ; 
His  sheep  He  ever  leadeth. 
His  peaceful  flock  He  feedeth. 

Where  living  pastures  grow. 

5  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  wear  a  lordly  crown  ; 
Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling" 

Of  Him  whose  sway  we  own. 

6  Oh,  no,  this  is  not  dying. 

Thou  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 
There,  streams  of  love  are  flowing, 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing  ; 

Here,  drops  alone,  we  find. 


1 


07 


1  Now  ;  for  a  season  ;  only  now, — 

O  weary,  heavy-laden  heart — 
And  only  for  a  season,  thou 

Through  manifold  temptations  art 
In  heaviness  ;  erelong  the  day 
Will  break,  the  shadows  flee  away. 

2  O  desolate,  thou  hast  forgot 

The  helpful  answer  of  thy  Lord  : 
Now,  what  I  do  thou  knowest  not 

But  thou  shalt  know  it  afterward. 
Hereafter,  thy  glad  eyes  shall  see 
This  was  the  way  of  life  for  thee. 


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^he  y^oh]  fhost. 


3  Rest  on  His  word  ;  His  word  is  true, 

Said  He  not  plainly,  long  ago : 
I  know  the  thoughts  I  think  toward 
you, 
Peace,  and  not  evil  ;  even  so, 
He  giveth  an  expected  end. 
Thy  faltering  footsteps  heavenward 
tend. 

4  At    present,     doth    the    chastening 

yield 
No  joy  to  thee,  but  only  pain  ; 
Plough,  harrow,  sun,  and  storm 
the  field 
Go  over  ;  but  the  golden  grain 
At  harvest-time  the  reapers  bring, 
And  jocund  is  the  song  they  sing. 

5  Now,  is  but  for  a  little  while. 

But  afterward,  eternity. 
Thy  home, — doth  it  not  make  thee 
smile, — 
Nearer,  each   step.   He   bringeth 
thee  ; 
Ere  long  thy  feet  will  reach  the  door. 
Then,  life  and  love  for  evermore. 

a  •AT'' J. 

128 

1  God's  help  is  sure  :  across  our  way 

May  run  a  river,  wide  and  deep. 

And  we  may  stand,  and  shrink,  and 
pray, 

May  tremble,  hesitate,  and  weep. 

As  if  it  never  could  be  crossed. 

And  we  forsaken  are  and  lost. 

2  Sometimes  it  may  be  that  His  love 

Will    cleave  the  flood  before  our 
eyes. 

And  He  will  from  our  way  remove 


The  hindrance,  which  our  courage 
tries  ; 
And  then,  upon  the  other  shore 
Timbrel  and  song  may  Him  adore. 

3  And   sometimes,   there   will    be  the 
word  : 
— His  only  answer, — forward  go  ! 
With  us  forever  is  the  Lord  ; 

The   path   of   life    His  love  will 
show ; 
Jesus  before  us,  at  our  side, 
Why    should    we    fear   the   rushing 
tide!     a'^t^'.^ 

129 

1  Jehovah  is  my  Shepherd,  I 

Shall  never  want,  for  He 
In  His  green  pastures  makes  me  lie, 
And  His  calm  restful  waters  by 

Is  ever  leading  me. 

2  My  soul  restores  He  ;  I  am  led 

Aright  for  His  Name's  sake  ; 
If  the  death-shadowed  vale  I  tread. 
Yet  there  no  evil  will  I  dread. 

Not  there  will  He  forsake. 

3  Thy  rod  and  staff  they  comfort  me, 

My  table  Thou  hast  spread. 
Where  all  mine  enemies  can  see  ; 
With  oil  of  sweetest  fragrancy, 

Thou  dost  anoint  my  head. 

4  My  cup  runs  over  ;  goodness,  Lord, 

And  mercy  follow  me 
My  life  long,  at  Thy  gracious  word, 
And  ever  will  Thy  house  afford 

A  dwelling-place  to  me. 


t$hv.    no\\]   (T.host. 


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1  Wayfarers  in  the  wilderness, 

By  morn,  and  noon,  and  even, 
Day  after  day,  we  journey  on 
With  weary  feet  towards  heaven. 

Chorus. 

O  land  above  !  O  land  of  love  ! 
The  glory  shineth  o'er  thee  ; 

0  Christ  our  King,  in  mercy  bring 
Us  thither,  we  implore  Thee  ! 

2  By  day  the  cloud  before  us  goes. 

By  night  the  cloud  of  fire. 
To  guide  us  o'er  the  trackless  waste, 
To  Canaan  ever  nigher. 

3  Each  morning  find  we,  as  He  said, 

The  dew  of  daily  manna  ; 
And  ever  when  a  foe  appears, 

Confronts  him  Christ  our  Banner. 

4  The  sea  was  riven  for  our  feet, 

And  so  shall  be  the  river  ; 
And  by  the  King's  highway  brought 
home. 
We'll  praise  His  Name  forever. 

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Hora  Novissima.  ^ 

I  Jerusalem  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest  ! 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 
Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest  : 

1  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not 
What  social  joys  are  there  ; 

What  radiancy  of  glory. 

What  light  beyond  compare. 


2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

Conjubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel. 

And  all  the  martyr-throng. 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them  ; 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released. 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast  ; 
And  they  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight. 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

4  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

Shall  I  e'er  see  Thy  face  ? 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

Shall  I  e'er  win  thy  grace  ? 
Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes  ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part. 
His  only.  His  forever, 

Thou  shalt  be  and  thou  art  ! 


132 

Hora  Novissima. 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country, 

Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep  ; 
For  very  love  beholding 

Thy  happy  name  they  weep  ; 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast. 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 


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^he  l$oUj   (jihost. 


2  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower  ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

3  O  one,  O  only  mansion  ! 

O  Paradise  of  joy  ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy  ; 
The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor  ; 

The  Crucified  thy  praise  ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

4  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze  ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays  ; 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced  ; 
Thy  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

The  Corner-Stone  is  Christ. 


183 

//ora  A^ovissivia. 

O  holy  placid  harp-notes, 

Of  that  eternal  hymn  ! 
O  sacred  sweet  refection, 

And  peace  of  seraphim  ! 
O  thirst  forever  ardent, 

Yet  evermore  content  ! 
O  true  peculiar  vision, 

Of  God  omnipotent  ! 


2  Jerusalem  the  glorious. 

The  glory  of  the  elect, 
O  dear  and  future  vision, 

That  eager  hearts  expect  ! 
E'en  now  by  faith  I  see  thee. 

E'en  here  thy  walls  discern. 
To  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 

And  strive  and  pant  and  yearn  ! 

3  Jerusalem,  the  only, 

That  look'st  from  heaven,  below. 
In  thee  is  all  my  glory, 

In  me  is  all  my  woe. 
Thy  loveliness  oppresses 

All  human  thought  and  heart. 
And  none,  O  Peace,  O  Sion, 

Can  sing  thee  as  thou  art  ! 

4  O  fields  that  know  no  sorrow  ! 

O  state  that  fears  no  strife  ! 

0  princely     bowers,    O    land     of 

flowers  ! 

O  realm  and  home  of  life  ! 
Jerusalem,  exulting 
On  that  securest  shore, 

1  hope  thee,  wish  thee,  sing  thee. 
And  love  thee  evermore  ! 

134 

Urbs  bcata. 

1  Blessed  city,  vision  true 

Of  sweet  peace,  Jerusalem  ! 
How  majestic  to  the  view 

Rise  thy  lofty  walls,  in  them 
Living  stones  in  beauty  stand. 
Polished,  set  by  Ciod's  own  hand. 

2  Every  several  gate  of  thine 

Of  one  pearl  effulgent  is  ; 
Golden-fair  thy  wall  doth  shine. 


{f^hc  Ijloli)   (jibost. 


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Blended  lustrously  with  this  ; 
And  thy  wall  doth  rest  alone 
Upon  Christ  the  Corner-Stone. 

3  Thy  lij^^ht  is  the  martyred  I  ,amb. 

God  thy  temple  ;  angels  vie 
With  the  saints,  a  joyful  psalm 

Kver  lifting  up  on  high  ; 
And  the  Holiest  worshipping, 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  sing  ! 

4  Evermore  stand  open  wide, 

Heavenly  city,  all  thy  gates  ; 
But  who  would  in  thee  abide, 

Who  thy  wall  to  enter  waits, 
Must,  that  meed  of  life  to  win. 
Agonize  to  conquer  sin. 

5  To  the  Father,  to  the  Son, 

Endless  adoration  be  ! 
Spirit,  binding  both  in  One, 

Endless  worship  unto  Thee  ! 
Hallowed  by  Thy  chrism  divine. 
We  become  Thy  living  shrine. 

135 


T  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ! 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end, 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ! 

2  O  happy  harbor  of  the  saints, 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil, 
In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found, 
No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil. 

3  Jerusalem,  Jerusalem  ! 

God  grant  I  soon  may  see 
Thine  endless  joys,  and  of  the  same 
Partaker  aye  to  be  ! 


4  Thy    walls    are    made   of    precious 

stones, 
Thy  bulwarks  diamond  s(}uarc. 
Thy  gates  are  of  right  orient  pearl. 
Exceeding  rich  and  rare. 

5  Ah,  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem  ! 

Would  God  I  were  in  thee. 
Would  (ioti  my  woes  were  at  an  end, 
Thy  joys  that  I  might  see  ! 

VMS 

Ale  rcceptet  Sion  ilia. 

1  May  I  enter  Sion's  portal, 
David's  Sion,  rest  immortal  ! 

He  Who  built  it  daylight  maketh, 
For  its  gate  the  cross  He  taketh. 
Key  of  it  to  faith  He  giveth, 
Gladness  in  it  ever  liveth, 
Wall  of  living  stones  its  border. 
And  the  blessed  King  its  Warder. 

2  In  that  city,  never  ending 

Light,   and  peace,  and    spring   are 
blending. 

Fragrant  balm  through  it  is  flowing, 

Joy  is  there  no  sorrow  knowing  ; 

There  no  spot  of  blight  remaineth. 

None  is  feeble,  none  complaineth, 

•    None,  defect  nor  want  is  bearing, 

Christ's  pure  image  all  are  sharing. 

3  Heavenly  city,  glory-gilded, 
On  the  Rock  securely  builded, 
In  thy  gate  abides  salvation  ; 
From  afar,  with  exultation 
Thee  I  greet,  thee,  thee  desiring. 
Thee  I  love,  to  thee  aspiring, 

In  what  endless  gratulation, 
Ever  lives  thy  blissful  nation  ! 


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^he  loly  f  host. 


4  Bound  in  one  by  love's  entwining, 
All  the  jewels  in  thee  shining, 
Chalcedony,  jacinth  glowing. 
They  within  thy  walls  are  knowing. 
In  thee,  holy  throngs  resplendent 
Are  in  fellowship  transcendent. 
There  with  Moses  and  Elias, 
Let  me  sing  with  all  the  pious, 

Alleluia  ! 


137 


yL'l^ 


I  Oh  the  golden  light  adorning 

Heaven's  pellucid  placid  morning  ! 
Not  a  shadow  o'er  it  trailing. 
Not  a  sound  of  woe  or  wailing 
On  its  winsome  music  jarring. 
Not  a  cloud  its  splendor  marring. 
Rarest,  fairest,  loveliest. 
Perfect  beauty,  perfect  rest ! 


2  Oh  the  clear  unhindered  vision 
In  the  lustrous  light  elysian  ! 
Where  the  beauty  is  resplendent, 
And  the  peacefulness  transcendent  ; 
Where  decay  can  touch  life,  never  ; 
Where  love's  tenure  is,  forever  ; 
Where  upon  immortal  eyes 

Glows  the  light  of  Paradise. 

3  Oh  the  gladness  of  the  waking. 
When  the  longed-for  day  is  breaking! 
Oh  the  pure  ecstatic  pleasure, 
When  to  love  its  precious  treasure, 
In  the  safe  and  changeless  heaven, 
Will,  forevermore,  be  given  ! 
When  the  weary  hears  llim  say  : 
Come, — and  rises  to  obey. 


4  Oh  the  rapture  of  re-union. 

And  the  blissful  sweet  communion 
Of  the  hearts,  long-time  asunder. 
One  in  light,  the  other  under 
Sorrow's  nightfall,  day  awaiting, 
Never  faith  nor  hope  abating, 
Be  it  peace,  or  be  it  pain; 
Now,  no  more  to  part  again  ! 

5  Oh  to  see  the  King  in  beauty  ! 
Heaven  to  find  in  love's  glad  duty  ! 
In  His  radiant  likeness  glowing. 
And  as  we  are  known,  so  knowing  ; 
In  the  light  that  cannot  alter, 

In  the  love  that  cannot  falter. 
Every  shadow  fled  away. 
At  the  dawn  of  endless  day. 

138 

1  Safe  home,  safe  home  in  port  ! 

Rent  cordage,  shattered  deck, 
Torn  sails,  provisions  short, 

And  only  not  a  wreck  : 
But,  oh,  the  joy  upon  the  shore, 
To  tell  our  voyage  perils  o'er  ! 

2  The  prize,  the  prize  secure  ! 

The  athlete  nearly  fell  ; 
Bare  all  he  could  endure, 

And  bare  not  always  well  : 
But  he  may  smile  at  troubles  gone 
Who  sets  the  victor-garland  on. 

3  No  more  the  foe  can  harm  : 

No  more  of  leaguer'd  camp. 
And  cry  of  night  alarm, 

And  need  of  ready  lamp  : 
And  yet  how  nearly  had  he  failed, — 
How  nearly  had  that  foe  prevailed  ! 


(Jhc    Hlol!)   (Tthost. 


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The  lamb  is  in  the  fold 

In  perfect  safety  penned  ; 
The  lion  once  had  hold, 

And  thought  to  make  an  end  ; 
But    One  came    by   with    wounded 

side, 
And    for    the    sheep  the    Shepherd 
died. 


The  exile  is  at  home  ! — 

Oh  nights  and  days  of  tears, 

Oh  longings  not  to  roam. 

Oh  sins  and  doubts  and  fears, — 

What  matter  now,  when  (so  men  say) 

The   King    has    wiped    those   tears 
away  ? 


1:^9 

Lamb  of  God, 
Holy  and  spotless  One  I 

Thou,  O  Christ,  hast  trod 
All  the  dark  way  of  death  alone. 
Bitter  Thy  cup  with  grief  unknown; 

Grant  us  Thy  blessed  peace, 

By  Thine  agony  us  from  all  sin 
release  ! 

Living  Bread, 
Manna  that  came  from  above  ! 

Oh  feed  us  who  tread. 
Weary  and   faint  where  Thou  hast 

led  ; 
Over  our  hearts  Thy  mercy  shed  ! 
See  how  'wildered  we  roam, 
Bring  Thy  wanderers,  bring  Thy 
weary  ones  home  !  , 


uo 


1  O  blessed  Lord,  so  well  Thy  work  is  done. 

There  is  no  need  of  its  undoing  ;  or 
Of  change  of  thought  in  Thee,  the  Holy  One, 

Once  done,  forever  done  ;  what  could  be  more  ! 

2  And  so,  content  am  1,  come  what  there  may 

From  Thee  to  me  ;  there  can  come  never  aught 
But  love  has  chosen  it,  and  all  my  way, 

Sunshine  or  shadow,  is  with  blessing  fraught. 

3  Only  such  love  as  Thine  would  ever  bear 

Such  weakness,  folly,  frowardness  as  mine  ; 
And  still  with  gentle  heavenly  patience,  care 
For  life  like  mine,  enfolding  it  with  Thine. 

4  Darkened,  bewildered  though  my  way  become, 

Chosen  in  love  for  me  it  is  ;  what  more 
Have  I  the  right  to  ask  !  it  leads  me  home  ; 

These  are  the  steps  up  to  my  Father's  door. 


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INDEX 


HVMN.  AUTHOK. 

80.  Abide  with  me Henry  Francis  I.yte,  i7()3-i847. 

41.  A  garden  near  the  cross Alexander  Ramsay  Thompson,  1822- 

31.  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name. Edward  I'erronet,  obt.  1792. 

67,  Approach  my  soul  the  mercy-seat.  .John  Newton,  1725-1807. 

62.  Art  thou  weary Kottop  rt-  sal  ndf/a-or.  Stephen     of 

Sabas.  725-794.  Translator  John 
Mason  Neale,  iS  18-1866. 

90.      Begone  unbelief John  Newton. 

63.  Behold  !  a  Stranger's  at  the  door. .  .Joseph  Grigg,  obt.  1768. 

134.     Blessed  city,  vision  true CJ^rfis   hcata    Ilieyiisalevi.      Circa    Sth 

Century,     Author   unknown  ;    later 
recast   Urbs  beaia,  vera  pads,  Abbe 
Sebastian  Bernault,  obt.  1726. 
Trans.  Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

115.      Body  of  Jesus,  O  sweet  Food Bishop  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe,  1818, 

46.      Broken  are  the  gates  of  death Mortis  portis  fractis  for  its.     Petrus 

Venerabilis,  Abbot  of  Cluny,  12th 
Century.  Trans.  Alex.  R.  Thomp- 
son. 

60.      By  Jacob's  ancient  well Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

8.     Call  Jehovah  thy  Salvation James  Montgomery,  1771-1854. 

3.     Casting  down  their  crowns Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

99.     Cheerful  Light  of  holy  glory *wr  V/apov.     Evening   hymn  of   early 

Church,  recorded  by  Basil,  4th  Cen- 
tury.    Trans.  Alex.    R.   Thompson. 

43.     Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day.  .  .  .Charles  Wesley,  1 708-1 788. 

102.     Come  ever-blessed  Spirit Bishop  Christopher  Wordsworth,  1807- 

1885. 

2.     Come  Thou  Almighty  King Ascribed  to  Charles  Wesley. 

14.     Come  Thou  long  expected  Jesus. .  .  Charles  Wesley. 

108.      For  all  Thy  saints  O  Lord Bishop  Richard  Mant,  1 776-1 848. 

132.      For  thee  O  dear,  dear  country  .  .  .  .Cento-//ora  /Vovissi'ma ;  12th  Century. 

Bernard  of  Cluny.  Trans.  John  M. 
Neale. 

89.      Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky.  Bishop  Reginald  Ileber,  1783-1826. 

85.     F'ull  of  trembling  expectation Charles  Wesley. 


58  Index. 

HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

128.  God's  help  is  sure Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

9.     Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah,  .^r^/71'jv/r/,   orwain  trwyr  anialwch. 

William  Williams,  1717-1791. 
Written  by  him  first  in  Welsh. 
Trans,  by  him  into  English. 

48.     Hail  to  Thee,  our  risen  King S.  A. 

13.      Hark,  an  awful  voice En    clara    vox.       Roman     Breviary. 

Trans.  Edward  Caswall,  1814-1878. 

23.     Hark  the  herald  angels Charles  Wesley. 

72.  Have  mercy  Lord  on  me Tate  and  Brady,  1696-1703. 

66.     Heal  us  Immanuel William  Cowper,  1 731-1800. 

117.      Heavenly  food  for  men  wayfaring.  6>   Esca    viatoruvi.         Attributed     to 

Thomas  Aquinas.  Trans.  Alex.  R. 
Thompson. 

58.     Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite    George  Rawson,  1807. 

57.      Holy  Spirit,  come  we  pray Veni   Sancte  Spiritus.       Hermannus, 

loi 3-1054.  Trans.  Alex.  R.  Thomp- 
son. 

29.     llosanna  to  the  living  Lord Bishop  Reginald  Heber. 

73.  I  am  coming  to  the  cross W^illiam  McDonald,  1 820-1880. 

78.     I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus Horatius  Bonar,  1808-1889. 

75.  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus Horatius  Bonar. 

124.  I'm  but  a  stranger  here Thomas  Rawson  Taylor,  1807-1835. 

105.  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord.  Isaac  Watts,  1674-1748. 

54.  In  that  dim  and  awful  day E.  O. 

34.  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory Sir  John  Bowring,  1 792-1 S72. 

76.  I  was  a  wandering  sheep Horatius  Bonar. 

129.  Jehovah  is  my  Shepherd Versification  of  23d  Psalm.     Alex.  R. 

Thompson. 

135.     Jerusalem  my  happy  home Cento-MSS.  in  Ikitish  Museum,  circa 

1616,  entitled  "A  song  by  F.  B.  P." 
Possibly  free  translation  of  Urbs 
Hierusalem  beata,  Parisian  Breviary, 
1527,  possibly  of  Spanish  origin. 

131.     Jerusalem  the  golden Cento-//ora  Novissivia.     Bernard  of 

Cluny,  1 2th  Century.  Trans.  John 
Mason  Neale. 

69.     Jesus  full  of  truth  and  love Charles  Wesley. 

83.     Jesus  Lover  of  my  Soul Charles  Wesley. 


Index.  ^0 


HYMN.  AUTMOK. 

68.     Jesus  Name  all  names  above '{yaiw  ylvKi'Tam.      Theoctistus  of  the 

Stutiium,  Qth  Century.     Trans.  John 
Mason  Neale. 

30.     Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun.  Isaac  Watts. 

65.     Jesus  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend. .  Richard  Burnham,  1 749-1  Sio. 

III.     Jesus  Thy  boundless  love  to  me.  .  .0  Jesii   Christ  nicin  Schontcs  lAcht. 

Paul  Gerhardt,  1606-1676.     Trans. 
John  Wesley,  1 703-1 791. 

74.     Just  as  I  am Charlotte  Elliott,  1789-1871. 

139.      Lamb  of  God Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

1 13.  l.ambof  God,  Whose  bleeding  love.  Charles  Wesley. 

114.  Lambof  the  cross,  Thy  one  oblation.  Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

47.      Lay  aside  thy  sorrow,  Mary Pone    luctuin    Magdalena.       Roman 

Breviary.    Author  unknown.    Trans. 
Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

87.     I^ead  kindly  light Cardinal  John  Henry  Newman,  1801- 

1890. 

27.     Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou 

art Charlotte  Elliott. 

52.      Lift   up    your   heads   ye   heavenly 

gates Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

35.  Lo,  from  Edom  comes  a  Stranger.  Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

51.  Look  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious.  Thomas  Kelly,  1769-1855. 

125.  Lord  of  angels.  Saviour  Jesus Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

103.  Lord  forever  at  Thy  side James  Montgomery. 

37.  Lord  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day. .  .  .    Isaac  W^illiams,  1 802-1865. 

32.     Many  woes  had  Christ  endured. . .  .Joseph  Hart,  171 2-1 768. 

136.     May  I  enter  vSion's  portal Me    receptet    Sion    ilia.      Hildebert, 

Archbishop    of    Tours,    1057-1134. 
Trans.  Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

70,     Miracle  of  heavenly  kindness Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

1 10.     Mizpah,  God  be  the  Watcher Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

81.      More  love  to  Thee  O  Christ Elizabeth    (Payson)    Prentiss,    1818- 

1878. 

15.     Morn  is  breaking Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

77.     My  faith  looks  up Ray  Palmer,  1808-188 7. 

84.     Nearer  my  God  to  Thee Sarah  Fuller  (Flower)  Adams,   1805- 

1848. 


60  Index. 

HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

6.  No  change  of  time Tate  and  Brady,  1696-1703. 

126.  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying Non  cc  nest  pas  mourir  Cesar  H.  A. 

Malan,  1787-1864.  German,  Nein, 
nein  das  isi  kcin  stcrbe?t.  Trans.  A. 
Knapp.  Trans.  Prof.  Robinson 
Potter  Dunn,  1825-1867. 

26.     Not  yet  ye  people  of  His  grace  .  .  .Thomas  Hornblower  (iill,  1819. 

127.  Now   for  a  season Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

122.  Now  the  shades  of  eventide Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

38.     Now  with  the  declining  sun Labentejam  so/is  rota.    Charles  Coffin, 

of  1676-1749  ;  Rector  University 
Paris.     Trans.  Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

140.     O  Blessed  Lord,  so  well Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

7.  O  God  that  madest  earth  and  sky.  .Bishop  Reginald  Heber. 

123.  O  God  the  King  of  glory 0    Rex  gloria  Domine.      Prayer  for 

Ascension-tide.  Versification,  Alex. 
R.  Thompson. 

119.     O  God  Thou  art  my  (Jod  alone.  .  .  .James  Montgomery. 

17.     O  God  why  didst  Thou  put  aside.  .Cur  rclinquis  Dcus  coelutn.     Roman 

Breviary.  Author  unknown.  Trans. 
Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

133.     O  holy  placid  harp-notes CenXo- J/oj'a   iVovissifna.     Bernard  of 

Cluny,  1 2th  Century.  Trans.  John 
Mason  Neale. 

112.     O  Jesus  to  remember  Thee Cento-/^jM  dulcis  ynemoria.    Bernard, 

Abbott  of  Clairvaux,  1091-1153. 
Trans.  Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

93.  O  Lord  how  happy  should  we  be.  .Prof.  Joseph  Anstice,  1808-1836. 

loi.  O  Lord  our  King,  the  holy  sign.  .  .Hymns,  Ancient  and  Modern. 

64.  O  Lord  turn  not  Thy  face  from  me.  John  Mardley,  1562. 

53.  O  Saviour  is  Thy  promise  fled.  . .   Bishop  Reginald  Heber. 

12.     O  Saviour  of  our  race Dii    wesentliches    Wort.     Laurentius 

Laurenti,  1660-1722.  Trans.  Catha- 
rine Winkworth,  1S29-1878. 

20.     O  stars  of  God Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

95.     O  Thou  Whose  filmed  and  failing 

eye Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

61.     Oh  cease  my  wandering  soul William  Augustus  Muhlenberg,  1796- 

1877. 
19.     Oh  come  all  ye  faithful Adeste   fideles.     Attributed   to    John 

Bonaventura,     1221-1274.       Trans. 

Edward  Caswall. 


Index.  61 

HVMN.  AUTHOR- 

lOO.     Oh  happy  day  that  stays  my  choice  .  Philip  I  )oddridge,  1 702-1 75 1 . 
5.     Oh  render  thanks  to  God  above.  .  .Tate  and  Brady,  1696-1703. 

137.  Oh  the  golden  light Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

25.      Oh  wondrous  type Coelestis     For  mam     gloria.        Sarum 

Hymnal,  15th  Century.    Trans.  John 
Mason  Neale. 

4.  Oh  worship  the  King  all  glorious.  .Sir  Robert  Orant,  1785-1838. 

92.  Oft  like  the  Psalmist  do  we Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

86.  Open  Lord  my  inward  ear Charles  Wesley. 

21.  Out  in  the  fields  near  Bethlehem  .  .Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

I.     Praise  the  Lord,  His  glories Henry  Francis  Lyte. 

16.     Rejoice  all  ye  believers Errtiutitcrt  eiich  Ihr  Frommen.     Lau- 

rentius  Laurenti,  1660- 1722.    Trans. 
Jane  Borthwick. 

40.     Resting  from  His  work  to-day.  .  .  .  Thomas  Whytehead,  1815-1S43. 

28.      Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty Dean  Henr^-  Hart  Milman,  1791-1S68. 

50.      Rise  glorious  Conqueror Matthew  Bridges,  1800. 

39.     Rock  of  Ages Augustus   Montague  Toplady,   1740- 

1778. 

138.  Safe  home,  safe  home  in  port Joseph  of  the  Studium,  9th  Century. 

Trans.  John  Mason  Neale. 

79.     Saviour  gentle,  Saviour  lowly Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

71.     Saviour  when  in  dust  to  Thee Sir  Robert  Grant. 

49.     Sing  a  hymn  of  glory Ilymniiui     canamtis    gloricE.       Beda 

Venerabilis,    7th    Century.     Trans. 
Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

116.     Sion  to  Thy  Saviour  singing Latida    Sion    Salvatoreni.       Thomas 

Aquinas,   1 225-1 274.     Trans.  Alex. 
R.  Thompson. 

96.  Softly  now  the  light  of  day Bishop   George   Washington    Doane, 

1/99-1S59. 

24.  Songs  of  thankfulness Bishop  Christopher  Wordsworth. 

59.  Spirit  of  faith  come  down Charles  Wesley. 

56.  Spirit  of  truth  on  this  Thy  day.  .  .  .Bishop  Reginald  Heber. 

107.  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus George  Duffield,  1818-1888. 

88.  Still  with  Thee  O  my  God James  Drummond  Burns,  1823-1864. 

97.  Sun  of  my  soul John  Keble,  1792-1866. 

98.  Sweet  Saviour  bless  us Frederick  William  Faber,  1814-1863. 


62  Index. 

HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

II.     The  advent  of  our  God Instantis    adventum    Dei.       Charles 

Coffin,  1676-1749.  Trans.  John 
Chandler,  1806-1876. 

10.     The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd. .  .Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker,  1821-1877. 

42.     The  Lamb's  great  festival Ad    regias     Agni     dapes.        Roman 

Breviary  ;  recast  of  ancient  Sacra- 
mental hymn  of  8th  or  9th  Century. 

82.     The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want 

shall  I  know James  Montgomery. 

118.     The  Lord's  my  Shepherd Old  Scotch  version. 

45.     The  morning  purples  all  the  sky. .. ^ Mr<?rrt    cocluni    purpurat.       Roman 

Breviary  ;  recast  of  ancient  hymn, 
possibly  of  6th  Century.  Trans. 
Alex.  R,  Thompson. 

18.  The  night  the  King  was  born Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

44.  The  stars  were  shining  overhead.  .Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

104.  Thine  forever,  God  of  love Mary  Fawler  Maude. 

121.  Thou  art  here Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

91.  Though  troubles  assail,  and  ...    .  .John  Newton. 

106.     To  arms  ye  Christian  soldiers Pugnate    Ch7'isti    tnilites.       Parisian 

Breviary.  Author  uncertain.  Trans. 
Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

130.  Wayfarers  in  the  wilderness Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

94.  W^ayworn  pilgrim  weak  and  weary.  Alex.  R.  Thompson. 

36.  Weary  sinner  keep  thine  eyes  . .  .  .Augustus  Montague  Toplady. 

109.  What  are  these  in  bright  array.  .  .  .James  Montgomery. 

33.  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. Isaac  Watts. 

120.  When  overwhelmed  with  grief.  .  .  .Isaac  Watts. 

22.     While     shepherds     watched    their 

flocks .Nahum  Tate,  1652-1715. 

55.     Ye  servants  of  the  Lord Philip  Doddridge. 


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